BY PAOLO BICCHIERI The Paris of the West, our Baghdad by the Bay, shines like an overcast gray diamond once the end of the year rolls in, like so much fog in a bank. Why? Certainly because most everyone leaves. The streets run empty like ancient Greece with invisible wine.

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude.  Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week?  Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. I had the pleasure

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.