Joseph DeAngelo. If you don’t know that name, you will soon enough. Yesterday, April 25th, 72 year old Joseph DeAngelo was arrested in connection with a cold case that rocked the Bay area for a decade from 1976 to 1986. For a decade, the man known as The Original Night

It’s not every day you find $15,000 worth of other people’s checks randomly sitting in a recycling bin. It’s even more unusual when you happen to be living in a van. But that’s exactly what happened to BrokeAssStuart.com reader Jacob Young, who did promptly return the entire 15 grand of

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

Fraud, Identity Theft & the Dark Side of the Sharing Economy or How I invited a thief into my home with an app Guest post by Jonathan Crawford We put a lot of trust into the services & apps we use. When you think about it, we let strangers into our homes

I got a message from a reader today informing me that Pali Boucher, founder of Rocket Dog Rescue, was violently mugged last night. Besides her personal belongings the thieves also got away with all the donations she’d collected at a Rocket Dog fundraiser earlier in the evening. For those unfamiliar, Rocket

This has been quite a week for heroics from the homeless community in San Francisco. First a homeless man helps capture fugitives from Southern California and today I got word that a homeless woman rescued the missing Zarafa costume. If you recall from earlier this week, someone in SoMa burgled

This is obviously the kind of news people rely on BrokeAssStuart.com for. This morning I received an email from Smashwolf, a local Bay Area Furry, saying that he and his friends are being targeted for robberies. when asked Smashwolf defined Furries as, “Fans of ‘anthropomorphic’ animals (animals with human traits like

I have recently returned from a voyage through time and space. Or at least what felt like it. For the past three weeks, mentally, I have been trapped in a world revolving around 850 Bryant. And during regular business hours, physically, that’s where you’d have found me. I learned first