This is what it sounds like when I write about myself in third person:   Broke-Ass Stuart has been called ‘œAn SF Cult Hero’ (SF Bay Guardian), ‘œBest Local Writer’ (SF Weekly) and “The Chief of Cheap” (Time Out New York) but to those familiar with his work, he’s just ‘œthat douchebag

Some of my earliest memories are that of lying on the grass in my grandparents’ front yard above Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, surrounded by decaying Christmas lights and rusting buckets turned into plant containers.  My Nana was roasting some immense side of pork in the monstrous, fire-breathing barbecue contraption they

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Yes that’s right.  Some absolute genius in Burlingame decided to create a museum devoted entirely to the strange and wondrous Pez and it’s dispensers.  Apparently the rarest Pez dispenser in the collection is worth $5,000 and is a Mr. Potato Head character that was was taken off the market in 1973 because

  Ah yes.  It’s that time of year again.  The St. Stupid’s Day Parade is upon us making it OK to dress up in cockamamie costumes and commit acts of complete buffoonery throughout the streets of San Francisco.  Look, I know that this sounds like everyday in the fine and glorious

I’m not a coffee drinker.  Not that there’s anything wrong with it (for fuck’s sake, we all know I have more vices than I can count), it’s just never been my thing.  But I certainly know how important the dark drink is to some people.  Back in high school I

I honestly believe that Spec’s might be the best bar in the world.  I know it’s pretty heavy thing to say, but I’ve been drunk in a lot of places, and if Spec’s isn’t the best bar in the world, it certainly is in the running.  I got drunk there