Winter is almost over. The days when the marine layer creeps in all the way to the Oakland hills are getting fewer and fewer. Oak leaves scatter across the gutters that are scattered with the debris of human habitation, blankets, syringes, old clothes and food containers The afternoon light hits sideways and it’s dark by 7 PM.  

The noise woke my partner first. I heard it distantly, still ascending from the depths of a REM cycle. Its robotic voice, preceded by a red-alert siren, warned of impending shaking. Knowing that it’s safest to stay in bed if an earthquake strikes at night, we looked at each other

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

It’s funny how, when you look at the kids you grew up with, some of them have ended up exactly where you thought they would.  If you told me 15 years ago that in 2009 my buddy Jon O’Connor would be leading outdoor adventures trips, I probably would’ve said, “Yeah,