It’s pretty easy to get into a routine. You get outta work (virtually or literally), and you head to the same watering hole or food joint. Afterwards, maybe, you hit up the concert or music show of the talent du jour that was on some friend’s spotify. You take random

Welcome to your week in news. On the menu this week are two very bad Santas, the undignified treatment of Oakland’s homeless, the state of the Raiders, talk of a text message tax, some tactless winners of the week, a national rundown and a couple ideas to help keep your

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

It’s here. The holiday season. Personally, I hate the Christmas season. Aside from SantaCon, I could do without the time between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve. I’m a Grinch and my heart isn’t going to grow 10 times too big and Cindy Lou Who can go suck a big one. Pure

Last week I had dinner with my old friend and roommate, “Chad Mulligan.” Unlike a lot of my Cacophony friends, “Chad” likes staying out of the limelight, but then, he doesn’t write, either—a task for which you’d better get some limelight, or a day job. Hanging with him reminded me

I don’t have anything good for you today.  I’m a total wreck.  Friday night was my birthday party.  People gave me too much whiskey.  I puked.  Then I got up Saturday morning, still drunk, put on a Santa suit and drank for 12 hours. I’m too old for this shit.