Broke-asses, do I have your attention? Season of Savings will give two of you lucky bastards each a pair of tickets to Superior Donuts, the new Broadway play from the Tony and Pulitzer Prize-winning author of August: Osage County.  Described by the playwright Tracy Letts as “a love letter to

One of the cool parts about growing up in Northern California in the seventies and eighties was a visit from the Pickle Family Circus.  Pale did the plastic theme park or weird pizza parlour with a smelly ball pit, when the alternative could be a day in the sun watching

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

COMICS PANEL – Word for Word Series in Bryant Park Sometimes I want to avoid Midtown at all costs.  When it is hot, it seems hotter there.  When it is humid, it seems that all things stick a little bit better there too.  However, us broke-asses can’t always choose where

Summer has always been a time to get fresh with the insects and the foliage of New York’s wide array of parks.  Do not be misled by the implications of the word park ‘“ in NYC we’re talking everything from weedy cracked asphalt corners to Agrarian works of art.  While

My friend and I went trolling the streets and returned with a My Little Pony, sparkly fake flowers, and teddy bear. Then we doused them with lighter fluid and set them on fire in a vacant lot for our own entertainment. Luckily, some artists are less self-centered than us, and

I’ve seen my future, and it’s pretty hairless.  My dad…bald.  My mom’s dad…bald.  The great Magic 8-Ball of genetics has pretty much already foretold my destiny: Outlook Not So Good.  As a result of this, I like to try new shit with my hair every so often just because I

Sometime last week a friend hit me up to let me know that he was working at a place that was about to open called The Blackbird, and that I should come through on opening night.  I was certainly interested in seeing what they’d done to the place.  The last

By the nature of our strange little micro-climate, San Francisco is not really an “outside” city.  Forecasters have all but given up on accurately predicting the each day’s weather, and every time you leave the house you must bring at least a couple layers, just in case.  That’s why when the weather