All this talk of gutter punks has been forcing me to question what exactly a gutter punk is. Upon reflection, I started to feel like an asshole for generalizing and stereotyping this certain sect of homeless. Upon investigating, I started to realize I didn’t even know how to identify a

Around this town, especially in the Haight, where I live, “gutter punk” has become synonymous for something along the lines of distasteful street varmint. Mentioning those two words together usually incites a reaction from people… a groan or some version of “fucking terrible.” When I first moved here, back in

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

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.

The festival/street fair season is coming to an end, which is a shame considering the nice weather my iPhone weather thing tells me will be continuing into the next month.  You’ve pounded Jager bombs with some dudes at Bar None during the Union Street Festival, played the djembe with some

I just found out yesterday, that I’ve been missing out on Magnolia’s killer selection of house-brewed beers because I’d always assumed the place was too expensive for joe schmoe like me to just waltz in and have a beer. Not true! In fact, every Tuesday night Magnolia drops the price

Why don’t I ever learn my lesson?  If I want to see a show, I should buy tickets at the moment they go on sale.  Instead, I put it off, put it off, put it off, the show invariably sells out, and I pout and bitch about the unfairness of