There are some things I’m better at than others.  Math?  Not so much.  Throwing parties?  Absolutely!  Any of the 1,500+ people who attended the release party for my SF book or my Fuck the Recession Party can attest to that.  Those same people can also attest to the fact that

New York City is a money sucker. Two dollar ATM fees at places that don’t take cards. Five dollar boxes of graham crackers. I occasionally get resentful that groceries and the subway cost money, usually the week when rent’s due. I hear people on the real estate porn channel say

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This piece is the intro Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York City I’m sitting now in my Bushwick apartment coming to terms with the realization that my time here in this strange and brutal city is quickly coming to an end.  I maintain that, no matter how much

I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years.  I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts.  I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance.  Hell,

I honestly believe that Spec’s might be the best bar in the world.  I know it’s pretty heavy thing to say, but I’ve been drunk in a lot of places, and if Spec’s isn’t the best bar in the world, it certainly is in the running.  I got drunk there