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“Hey Fatboy” I was Body Shamed on the Bus
By Kelly O’Grady It was like any other day, my friend Jacob and I were day drunk on cheap scotch and on our way to go theatre hopping at the multiplex; we were having a grand ol’ time talking about Star Trek and shit like that. Suddenly the drone

I Was Groped On Muni (Again)
There I was, like any other day riding public transportation, I was on my way to the comic book store and I was really in a great mood; As I read my fantasy novel a dark shadow fell on me, “Can I sit next to you”

Local’s Guide to Alcatraz: Hidden Trails, Stunning Views, & Forgotten Stories
A veteran tour guide gives us the hidden trails, different seasons, and forgotten secrets on the Rock.

BAS Fiction– Them SpaceCrafts: Part Two
THEM SPACECRAFTS: Part 2 by Devin Holt Missed Part One? Read it here. I figured it out in the middle of the night: I had to go to that creepy, crumbling warehouse next door. Somehow, it would help me get Papi to come home from the fires. That’s what Mom,

BAS Fiction– Them SpaceCrafts: Part One
THEM SPACECRAFTS: Part One by Devin Holt Turns out it’s good that Aunt Tina is so bitchy. Because if she wasn’t, none of this would have happened. Papi would have got burned in the fires, we never would have found them SpaceCrafts, and Damone wouldn’t be two-inches from becoming my

Maya Angelou, San Francisco’s First African-American Female Streetcar Conductor
By V. Alexandra de F. Szoenyi The first African-American to pen a best-selling nonfiction book. The first African-American and first female to read a poem at a Presidential Inauguration. The first African-American female director. It seems that Dr. Maya Angelou was destined for a life of trailblazing firsts. Perhaps the initial, yet

These People are Just Awful at Mass Transit
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. She was standing on the BART turnstile at the Civic Center station with an American flag scarf tied around her waist, yelling “Fuck Obama” and laughing from a mouth only half-full of teeth. All I could think was,

Muni Finally Retiring Classic Transfers
I collect muni transfers. These elongated multicolored pieces of paper adorn the cork-boards on my walls, sit in piles on my writing desk and are just generally strewn about throughout my house; some date all the way back to 2004, the year I moved to SF. I’ve incorporated them into
