Being a Broke Ass – It’s elementary, my dear. Abstinence. From fancy ass parties in the Meatpacking District where a gin and tonic will set you back fourteen bucks. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. AKA – all you see after a particularly draining day of job hunting on Craigslist. Crocodile

If you want me to like you, you don’t have to take me out to dinner or buy me things. You don’t have to have a fancy job, or live in a trendy neighborhood. You don’t even have to dress well. Besides finding someone who can feed me, there’s just

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

One thing that is nice about our current economic slump is that, whereas during the Great Depression if you were out of work you pretty much had the option of riding the rails and getting shot for stealing apples, nowadays you can cash in your workforce chips and go back

Gyms. We’ve lost site of their true purpose.  Locker rooms with Bay Rum, moisturizer, and whatever fancy stuff women use.  Since when does working out demand immediate pampering?  I learned some perspective after a year working out in Nicaragua.  There were 3 types of gyms where I lived.   Gym