Summertime is Adventuretime and coincidentally, like Heidi, I have found myself in Portland. And I got here by the most delightful way, the train. (From Seattle after a plane ride from SF). I love the train, and it holds a very special place in my heart much like the US

Got a question about how to be a polite Broke-Ass? Email Half-Price Headliner with your queries and get schooled on how to be proper-like. Q: Dear Half-Price Headliner, I am going to New York for a week in March and was planning on crashing with an old friend from High

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

Some people can go ahead and buy new pants when they need them. In my sad budget, I have to actually put money aside for a purchase of this magnitude, in minuscule, bi-weekly increments. Weeks later, when I have almost amassed enough, I invariably fuck it all up by deciding,

I hate the word ‘œstaycation.’  Hate it!  I do, however, like the concept.  Obviously broke, unwilling to charge one more thing on my credit card, and in desperate need of a break, I opted to take my vacation last week in the town where I live. I tried so hard

Residents of San Francisco often refer to the city as a “bubble.” You know, a big civil-rights-loving-wastoid-environmentalist-organic bubble. It’s easy to get acclimated to this place and forget that not every city embraces trannies and public nudity, if not copulation. The other day while deciding what to get for lunch,

Do you ever wonder it would be like to be on vacation in “X” place, but either have way too many places on your list to go before that, or simply don’t see yourself spending money to go there?  Well, my friend, the following list is now giving you YOUR

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: It’s 9:18am and I’m currently sitting in a motel room in Santa Barbara as I write this.  I’m beginning to realize