I’m too old to go to Delirium now. The tightly packed bar area and the sweaty, sticky, smelly dance floor are too much for me, even if the drinks are incredibly cheap. But spending too much time and making poor decisions at Delirium is a right of passage for anyone who’s nighttime lives are passed in the Mission.
Before you consider an MFA or a fellowship, take a second look at a time-honored alternative–mental illness. Not all mental illnesses inspire their sufferers, and not all mental patients make good art, but some disorders do have a strong correlation with creativity, and emotional turbulence is often what drives someone
Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 37 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 37 of the finest locally owned bars,
I like danger and anything I can’t have. At 2:15am I took a stolen carton of Marlboro Reds (one that I stole) to sell on Leavenworth St. in the Tenderloin (the TL). It traded for $50. I took my new $50 bill and bought two roxicodone. The $50 was fake,
I recently attended the BAS party at Dardy’s Bar in Brooklyn. While there I attempted, unsuccessfully, to buy weed (if you are in California the BAS Cannabis Club will deliver it to your door and in NY you can learn how to get medical marijuana right here.). Certain attendees were
Currently, I’m on the coast of Oregon, land of blackberries, loggers, and oysters. My cousin just graduated from high school and most of my family was drawn–by the magnetic pressure of my aunt–to her graduation party, complete with tents and two bands. I’m getting old and my brain is
Remember when your mom or some other old, decrepit person would talk to you about drugs, and be like, “is that HASHISH I smell??” And you would think carefully, trying to find the right answer and turning over the word “hashish” in your mind, which is a funny word, though
If you’re like me, you are old enough to have lived through the debut of Debbie Gibson’s Electric Youth album, the fall of the Berlin wall,the three-year window where wearing two pairs of brightly colored tube socks was acceptable, and the American Drug Panic of the 1980s. With the advent