Everybody by now has heard a nightmare story about bed bug infestation or lived through it themselves. If you live in a city, chances are you know someone whose had to call an exterminator, or even had to move out of their place all together because the little bastards have

Bedbugs are what happens when horror movies come true.  It’s confirmation that, ‘yes, gross creatures who suck your blood at night do live in your walls.’ Despite the macabre, bedbugs are relatively simple to handle if you understand these key points: 1. Every one of those bastards has to die 2.

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Image Courtesy of OurOakland It’s time for you to make a field trip to the East Bay to check out the Kingfish. (Or, if you already live in the East Bay, see what your area has to offer.) You’ll find it’s worth making the trip across the Bay. The Kingfish

Wow this sounds fucking epic. Awesome forces are joining together just outside of Golden Gate Park to giveaway a bunch of FREE stuff and to thumb their noses the expensive things going on inside the park. The fine people of Wing Wings, Free Gold Watch, Uptown Almanac and PBR are

On Saturday August 3rd local clothing brand Sav Noir is launching its first pop-up shop in the TRUE Annex on Haight St. The pop-up will be running until the end of the month and will be showing off their new collection called  “1980’s”. But most importantly the event is being

“What is…? Kill it! Wait, is it dragging my tennis racket?!” Growing up, I’d never seen a cockroach. When I moved to NYC, a few fellows warned of these critters, telling fables about the roaches flying, eating through concrete…and dragging tennis rackets. I’d snicker. I don’t snicker anymore. After a

Picture this: it’s Saturday night, and you’re going to a house party because once again, it’s all you can afford to do. You can’t show up empty handed because – what are you – some kind of asshole?!? You stop by the bodega closest to the host’s house and if

Last weekend, my friend Heather and I spent four days as pretend hillbillies.  We’ve always wanted to go to the Deep South– land of deliciously heavy foods, porch drinking, adorable floppy-lipped hound dogs, and people with two first names and cousins for lovers (let’s forget the racism and gross ignorance