There are some things I’m better at than others.  Math?  Not so much.  Throwing parties?  Absolutely!  Any of the 1,500+ people who attended the release party for my SF book or my Fuck the Recession Party can attest to that.  Those same people can also attest to the fact that

New York City is a money sucker. Two dollar ATM fees at places that don’t take cards. Five dollar boxes of graham crackers. I occasionally get resentful that groceries and the subway cost money, usually the week when rent’s due. I hear people on the real estate porn channel say

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

My good friend Anton plays violin for bands like Bright Eyes, Mates of State, and Judgment Day, so when he played Town Hall with Bright Eyes he got us some tickets. After the show, we all met up at Rudy’s for a beer and then headed down to the after

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

I am too young to really remember what the 70’s were like but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to re-live them just the same.  Now, it is possible for us all to leisure-time- travel by taking advantage of specials at the Gutter Bar in Williamsburg. The masterminds at

This piece is the intro Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York City I’m sitting now in my Bushwick apartment coming to terms with the realization that my time here in this strange and brutal city is quickly coming to an end.  I maintain that, no matter how much

I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years.  I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts.  I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance.  Hell,

I honestly believe that Spec’s might be the best bar in the world.  I know it’s pretty heavy thing to say, but I’ve been drunk in a lot of places, and if Spec’s isn’t the best bar in the world, it certainly is in the running.  I got drunk there