This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner.  I live at the corner of Needles and Diarrhea. OK, those aren’t the real names of the streets in my SoMa/Mission neighborhood, but if our thoroughfares were christened after the things most prevalent on them, there’d be a

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner.   I’m currently sitting in my parents’ kitchen. It’s hot in San Diego. Hell, it’s been hot all over the state this past week, and I’m so glad that places in SoCal have air conditioning. Visiting San

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. It’s that time again. The call goes out on Facebook, comments are made, friends are tagged, emails come tumbling in. There’s even a post on Craigslist … My roommates and I are searching for a new person

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner in February. Considering the success of yesterday’s elections I figured it was perfect to repost. When someone is terminally ill, dying from cancer or some other horrible disease, he or she often has a brief period right before

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. It was originally about 2016 but rings just as true for 2017.   If 2017 and I were Facebook friends, I would’ve blocked it months ago. If it could text me, I’d change my number. If we were

This column was supposed to be in the SF Examiner a few weeks ago, but when I took out my papers I received a stern lecture from the San Francisco Ethics Commission about how I couldn’t write about my experiences as a candidate for the paper without falling foul of campaign finance laws. While