I’m not gonna lie.  I never got that into punk.  I just don’t think I was angst ridden enough when I was 15 and everyone else was getting into it.  I was more focused on shit like The Doors and Jimi Hendrix and trying to score some mushrooms.  Since then

Most of the time, when I’m out doing holiday shopping, the only FREE thing I get is utter annoyance. It’s like: really lady why are you walking so damn slow and down the middle of the isle so I can’t get past you?  Did Jesus put you up to this

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.

Alright, so you folks all know that I’ve generally got the scoop on all the ill deals going on and that I’ve made it my duty to hip you to them. As exhausting as it is, I do it because I love you fuckers (well most of you at least),

I smoked a lot of pot in high school.  In fact, I’d pretty much have to say it was my hobby.  I was really good at it too.  Not only did I smoke it everyday, I also managed to get really good grades!  While I don’t really smoke very often

photo by Julie Michelle of I Live Here SF. Aw shit!!   Tonight is the night!!! Book Passage in the Ferry Building has asked me to come and do a reading and signing on December 1st (tomorrow).  If you’ve never been to one of my book events before, they are

  This is the way the world ends: Not with a bang but a hair crimper    

The sole reason I went to Club 65 the other night was to find out whether or not a certain man existed.  Apparently more of a fixture at the bar than a patron, ‘œThe General’, as he’s called, is rumored to be an ancient one eyed creature, with great big