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

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

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