Written By: Ian Firstenberg Airports are Hell. Airlines are the Devil. To purge the evil, the government should use the same strategy it employed against the railroad: seize it. It’s unclear whether it’s the barrage of bright neon colored advertising, the prison cell sized workspaces, the perpetual delays or the

Your alarm goes off. “Fuck…” you mumble to yourself. Your mouth tastes like bad decisions and your tongue feels like sandpaper. You’re not sure if you’re hungover or still drunk but you know you’re in such bad shape that you’re even creating new swearwords, “Oh Jesus fuckhammer” you groan. Then

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Your alarm goes off. “Fuck…” you mumble to yourself. Your mouth tastes like bad decisions and your tongue feels like sandpaper. You’re not sure if you’re hungover or still drunk but you know you’re in such bad shape that you’re even creating new swearwords, “Oh Jesus fuckhammer” you groan. Then

There’s got to be a better way! Sleeping on planes: Is it possible? If I had a dime for everyone I’ve ever heard say, “I just can’t sleep on a plane,” I would have at least $5. I used to be one of those people; I sat in that 14-square-inch

I hate when places charge extra money for what are pretty much essential services. Airlines are the worst at this. Last time I flew Delta, I had to pay for the in-flight movie, which I consider an outrage. I need that movie in order to forget that at any moment