Lots of people get off the A/C at Nostrand Avenue, a hazy divider between Crown Heights and Bed-Stuy-Crown Stuy, my super punk hairstylist/realtor called it. Its home to a variety of stores, especially variety stores, and an astounding collection of roti, hipsters, church ladies and couture-tacky jewelry. And you should

I have a strong premonition that you’ll be feeling the effects of St. Patrick’s Day Shitshow 2010 on Thursday morning while you’re getting ready for work, avoiding your ghastly reflection in the mirror at all costs and wondering what you should be more ashamed of:  the dangerously irresponsible amount of

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

In an effort to be crafty, I had my grandmother ship her old 1970’s sewing machine that had been gathering dust in her Michigan basement. And you know what it’s doing now? Gathering even more dust as it sits on my desk silently mocking me for even trying. For years

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.