“The city is cruel to the weak, deaf to those who love it, and subservient only to those who are wrecking it. Like all neurotics, the city hates its friends, and loves its enemies.”

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I don’t know about you, but I’m burned out. I spend so much time absorbing the constant barrage of information that bombards me from my computer and phone that I feel totally drained. I have some of my

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For many, bars are sacred spaces. People go to them to make memories, and to forget.

They visit them to unwind, and get revved up. They hang out in them to catch up with old friends, and make new ones. And even though San Francisco has a long history with weed and psychedelics, this has always been a drinking town.

I can’t stop thinking about how multi millionaires and billionaires, who tout themselves as liberals, tried so hard to defeat a tax that would benefit the most destitute of our community, while costing them what is practically a rounding error.

Why is there so much empty retail space in this gilded city of ours? How can a place with such staggering wealth not facilitate more places to spend it?

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner With tax season just past us there’s been a lot of talk about what President Donald Trump’s tax scam means for average Americans. There’s no doubt about what it means for the wealthy; millionaires and billionaires are getting

I live on the top floor of a building constructed in 1914. To put that in context, Russia still had a Tsar when my building went up. Because it’s old and wooden, it shakes and sways. When a big truck goes by I can often feel the rumble. When they were drilling for some new construction across the way, I could feel that too. And when one of my roommates is having sex, I can most definitely feel it.

“This really is an amazing city,” Quincy said as we drove past the Panhandle on our way to dinner in the Sunset. She had just returned from traveling extensively through Germany, France, and England and was tying up loose ends before returning to London to continue graduate school.