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.

Titillation from yesteryear, my friends. The days when Sodom by the Bay was known for its everyman’s mud and brew.  Crisp, dry, cool and golden joy juice flowing like a geyser on the slopes of Potrero.  Enchanting neon goblet!  Like that “soft glow of electric sex” Jean Shepard wrote of. Where