Within a week of moving to New York, I was dead-broke (I had a little credit but not much).  My new friendly coworkers wanted to go out drinking, so I cunningly persuaded them to trek all the way to Brooklyn to my new favorite bar, The Levee.  Upon entering they

Almost all of us have figured out a way to legitimize our brokenness to ourselves.Whether you’re an aspiring artist, a starving student, an underpaid idealist, just got laid off, or simply can’t hold down a regular job, you’ve found a way to explain to yourself (and everyone else) why you

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

Update for 2016: This originally appeared in my SF book. While North Beach has changed for the better, and my attitude with it, my opinion of Sam’s is still the same. I love that place! I’m posting this today in honor of the passing of Mile “Pops” Shawa, the owner of

Our awesome city is home to some pretty out-there people and events, like the cracked-out dog-cat-rat man, the World Naked Bike Ride, the Easter bring-your-own-big-wheel race, and now, though it’s probably been around and I’ve just been too busy depressing myself with Bukowski poetry and losing my cell phone in