“I made a lot of mistakes out of the ring, but I never made any in it.” ~ Jack Johnson It was entirely abandoned. Bottles, covered in dust, were still on the shelves, bar stools were askew and sticky glasses rested on the tables. It was as though some mysterious

Muhammed Ali. Joe Louis. Larry Holmes. Mike Tyson. George Foreman. These incredible fighters are household names and legends in the boxing world. But do you now who the first African-American heavyweight champion of the world was? The man Ali called the greatest? His name was John Arthur “Jack” Johnson, and he trained, fought, and won right here in San Francisco.

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

I maybe listened to 311 once. I was in the small town of Ocean Beach, near San Diego, at a gathering in an abandoned mechanic’s garage and it was my 21st birthday. How apropos. The 311 song that found its way looped on the boombox, and in my brain, was the

In the past few years I’ve been giving people in my family DVDs as gifts.  Whether it be a season of The Wire for Hanukah or a copy of The Goonies for a birthday, DVDs have seemed to be a pretty solid bet (especially since I’m not crafty enough to