Back in February we broke the unfortunate news that Doc’s Clock would be closing once their lease was up in 2017. Everyone was pretty sad about that since it’s such a wonderful bar. I’ve personally had a long loving relationship with it for over a decade. But today there is good

WANNA STAY UP ON ALL THE FREE SHIRTS WE GIVE OUT? MAKE SURE TO FOLLOW ON INSTAGRAM! If you’ve noticed, we like to give out free shirts. We did this first with the I Still Heart SF shirt, then the Broke As Fuck shirt, the Prince shirt and the Muhammad Ali Shirt. All folks gotta do

No matter where you fall on the political spectrum, we can all agree that the people who are educating future generations of Americans don’t get paid enough money. On top of that, many of the schools they work for don’t have the money to furnish educators with all the supplies

All photos by Molly DeCoudreaux What makes San Francisco so enchanting is that sometimes, just by walking down the street, you can fall into incredible things. Sometimes just by saying “yes” magic happens, and a regular day becomes an incredible one. Every once in awhile though, all the right pieces

There is so much good food in The Mission that it’s often hard to decide where to eat. Luckily, I’ve helped you narrow it down to some of my favorite spots, and some of my favorite dishes at each spot. The best part is that you get ALL of these

Anyone who knows me know how much I love Specs’. It’s hands down my favorite bar in the world. It’s weird and quirky and full of artists, writers, a drunks – both young and old. I wrote this pretty wonderful story about it right here. I just saw some good news

I was at Shalaco‘s house the other night and his roommate, Praveen, came in and hung out with us for awhile. Apparently back in 2009 Praveen put up this utterly amazing Craigslist Missed Connection and it went viral and made it to Best of Craigslist. And now he said I can share

This originally appeared in my zine Love Notes and Other Disasters. If you like this poem please grab a copy. Amy Winehouse breaking my heart moaning dead tunes that crackle from the speakers of your cell phone while we fuck on your bed in your living space in your ex