Violent crime is rarely random. Despite this, media organizations often depict acts of violence out of context in order to scare the general population and ultimately drive traffic to their respective sites and use whatever happened as a way to bolster their political objectives.  The case of Garret Doty is

I try not to use ChatGPT very often. I take pride in being able to do shit myself, but every now and then, I like to see how artificial intelligence sees itself.  I asked ChatGPT what San Francisco would be like if we replaced the city’s leaders with artificial intelligence.

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

If you are feeling down from a lack of Harry Potter in your life, I have some very good news for you! Potted Potter: The Unauthorized Experience- A Parody by Dan and Jeff has arrived in San Francisco’s Palace of Fine Arts Theater. It is sure to delight muggles, witches,

We marched through the entire Mission District last year in a ‘Night Parade’ that was full of costumed pagans, punks, artists, families, and other friendly San Franciscans. The New Orleans Style Brass Band, Mission Delirium, kept the entire procession dancing and gyrating through the night. While a group of well-versed

Batten down the hatches, Bay Area! The sassy weather gods have decided it’s time for a watery encore, and it looks like we’re in for a week of soggy shenanigans. Forget about that umbrella you left at the office; you’re going to need a full-on ark. The curtain opened on

Did you know San Francisco has a mall? No, not the Westfield, but like a suburban ass, big movie theater-havin’, legit ass fucking mall. It’s called Stonestown and it’s a stone’s throw from SF State. Well, there’s some good news, the area is gonna get a shit ton more housing! 

“I really like this city,” Camille says as she, Kayla, and I sit in our kitchen eating Brussels sprouts and bacon. It’s Camille’s last night in San Francisco after spending a week with us. Camille and I met 13 years ago in a hostel in Galway, Ireland. I was working

Every week I write articles and I do quick scans of recent news involving San Francisco, Oakland and California to see if I can gain enough inspiration to give my opinion on what’s happening in a way that isn’t boring to you, the reader.  I’ve noticed something. Every. Single. Fucking.