“I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps And find I’m king of the hill Top of the heap” John Kander, Fred Ebb, 1977 Being broke in New York means being rough, tough, and knowing how to pull the meanest train face, the most confident, “let me

As I ended my slave labor shift a strategic ruckus, in unison, caught my attention. I came to the corner of 14th Street and 6th Avenue where countless determined and angry faces sat atop young and old bodies, stomping through the streets of Manhattan. Signs which displayed disdain for the

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Yes, broke asses, your childhood is becoming more and more of a distant memory. A new television season is in full swing. It is fall season right now, and as we celebrate new and returning shows, like Gotham—and all of its intimidating posters splattered across all of Manhattan—Friends became 20 years old.

As a man, I didn’t need to see the catcalling video by Hollaback! to know that women are frequent victims of verbal harassed on the street. I’ve seen it. I’ve heard it. To be honest, I had become so numb to the act that I’ve laughed about it. I laughed,

They say it takes ten years to become a New Yorker. I have, what I assume will be, a short six years left to go but I am in absolutely no rush to become a New Yorker. What does becoming a New Yorker even mean, really? I have lived in

For years I’d heard whispers, about a discreet marijuana delivery service in NYC. It’s been little more than an open secret since many of us enjoyed the fictionalized version of this mysterious enterprise featured in the cannabis cult classic Half Baked (Mr. Smiley). Many people I know seem to have

  We here at BrokeAssStuart.com like to show love to the people who make cities like San Francisco and New York special. This is our chance to hip you to some of the strange, brilliant, and unique folks who populate these towns and give them the character that people from

I recently attended the BAS party at Dardy’s Bar in Brooklyn. While there I attempted, unsuccessfully, to buy weed (if you are in California the BAS Cannabis Club will deliver it to your door and in NY you can learn how to get medical marijuana right here.). Certain attendees were