By Hannah Harkness  This summer is being referred to as “The Summer of Hell” by MTA riders. Line closures, derailments, fires and late trains are making everything insane for public transit riders. But as I look at the images of giant throngs of stranded riders popping up on my Facebook

I hate feeling smothered. I detest the feeling of someone literally breathing down my neck. But most of all, I despise sharing the same pole on the train, because sooner or later that moment is going to arrive when someone’s hand slips and touches mine. Get the fuck away from

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

Unless you walk everywhere, I’m almost certain that you’ve come across a musician or two in the subway. In my quarter-century of existence, I’ve stumbled upon many of them performing on the platforms or mezzanines and up until recently I just assumed that these talented, unappreciated individuals just set up

“Well, move the damn bus then.” This is the very angry voice of not so visibly-perturbed woman. She’s upset because the Bronx-bound shuttle we are on has been idling for twenty minutes. “This is a 149th Street express bus,” the driver howls into the speaker. “Well, move the damn bus then.” Same

Now that Memorial Day has come and gone the summer season is officially in full swing.  With the warmer season comes the major desire to escape the city every chance I get.  My favorite summer activities always involve the beach.  A beach day can be hard to achieve for us