For all you that didn’t make it to the Fuck the Recession Party, you missed out big time.  But no worries, you can still feel like you were there.  Just go to the fridge, grab a beer, come back to the computer and turn on some Richie Cunning or Sugar

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