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FREE Beer in the Completely Made Up Neighborhood of FolSoMa
I’m not the biggest fan of made up neighborhoods. Historically speaking, whenever a “neighborhood” is pieced off from an existing one and then given a new name, it has always been done by real estate people and developers. They pimp a part of a neighborhood in order to line their
How to Lower Your Cable Bill
The cable companies always sucker you in by giving you some amazing introductory rate, and then hiking it up six months to a year after you join. It’s one of those things that you forget about until one day you look at your bill and say, “What the fuck? Why
Broke-Ass Porn: 40’s
Nothing says “I’m broke as shit, but I still wanna party” like a 40 oz bottle of malt liquor. Whether your particular potion is Mickey’s, St. Ides, Old English, Colt .45, or Steel Reserve, having a 40 in your hand shows the world that being “classy” just isn’t your thing. I
Broke-Ass of the Week – Marissa Barker
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.
FREE Lunch at Trattoria 1910
I’ve been sitting on this tip for awhile now. The PR folks for Gallo Salame sent it to me like a month ago, but I wanted to wait publish it until it neared. This is simply because I know you fuckers would probably forget about it and I don’t want you
“Pay What You Want Week” for God’s Ear at the Ashby Stage
I’m still in recovery mode after yesterday’s Bay to Breakers madness. Most of the day is blurry but I do recall trying to break-up a fight and getting knocked on my ass. At least I think that’s what happened. For all I know I could’ve just fallen down. Regardless, I’m
PBS Shows = The Perfect Gifts
In the past few years I’ve been giving people in my family DVDs as gifts. Whether it be a season of The Wire for Hanukah or a copy of The Goonies for a birthday, DVDs have seemed to be a pretty solid bet (especially since I’m not crafty enough to

St. Jerome’s in the Lower East Side
I had a roommate when I first moved to New York who occasionally played records here. One night she came to my room and said, “Hey I’m gonna go DJ at this place called St. Jerome’s tonight. Do you wanna come?” When I answered that I was too poor, she