Like many San Franciscans, I am exceptionally poor. As in I’m on Food Stamps poor. As in I had to ask the cashier to void my transaction when I found out Carl’s Jr. couldn’t accept my Food Stamps poor, which was awkward for both me and my date (to be

I’m not going to do a big intro. I like to let comedians speak for themselves. Because I don’t want to write a slightly funny intro and then have my thunder stolen with a hilarious interview. Rude. So I’m going to be the bigger person and do nothing even though

A Big Change to This Year’s Voter Guide We’ve been doing voter guides for a really long time. I’m pretty sure we put our first one out in like 2010 or something. And I know that thousands of you rely on our voter guides to help you make decision. But

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. Too lazy to shoot

My best friend in the world is coming up to San Francisco on Thursday.  I always get anxious when my friends from other cities come and visit; what if they leave and tell everyone how much cooler their town is than San Francisco?  Well, thanks to Trader Joe’s (specifically Two-Buck