Returning to the single-person scene after a years-long relationship is not unlike being an old gay man, strapping on his rollerskates at The Roxy for very first time and struggling to move forward and stay standing while hot-pants clad studs in tank tops with whistles around their necks fly by.

A friend of mine, who works as a cook at a nice restaurant on Pier 39, once told me that a hamburger at his job cost $16. My immediate reaction was, “SIXTEEN DOLLARS! You better at least get a reach-around with your $16 hamburger!” After I explained in Spanish what

New York is a fat kid’s dream. There are pizza places and bagel shops every 1.5 blocks, as well as trucks waiting for you on the sidewalk when you suddenly crave a chocolate crossiant or flaffel. Normally, it’s totally worth walking a few extra blocks to find an ice cream

So we at Broke Ass HQ, like many of you, often spend time shooting the shit and coming up with new ideas to make you laugh, cry, save money and live your life. The haiku, a Japanese form of poetry, is a beautiful and simplistic way to show your affection

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

I don’t hang out in the Union Square area often.  It’s too loud and schizo for me between the tourists, the crackheads and the street performers gyrating to Michael Jackson songs and beating the shit out of trash cans.  But one bar I will brave the thousands of Street Sheet

Sometimes I am too poor to see a play on Broadway.  Sometimes I am too poor to see a play off-Broadway, or at an off-off-Broadway theatre, or in the basement of Two Boots Pizza.  Sometimes I am too poor to watch a movie in the theatre, or to get a