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.

The words “Evolution” and “God” don’t often go together, but if you read this site enough you know that the words “FREE”, “Beer”, and “Wine” often do.  Loyal reader and person of extreme awesomeness Liz Wu has dropped a dime on yet another FREE boozy event. At 8pm on Tuesday,

Speaking solely in generalities, hipsters live in the Mission and douchebags inhabit the Marina.  Right?  Isn’t that something that we’ve decided on as a culture here in San Francisco?  That white guys can really be only one of those things?  The truth of the matter is that I’ve met plenty of

I’ve been meaning to go to Beach Blanket Babylon ever since I moved to the City.  I still haven’t though.  It’s generally just too damn expensive.  Luckily, my friend (who will remain nameless so they don’t get fired over the flask reference) just informed me that, on Sundays, tickets are

  So I’ve decided to start an advice column here on Broke-Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website called Poor Advice.  Think of it as Dear Abby with a drinking problem.  Basically, this is where your questions get answered and nothing is taboo.  And generally speaking, the best piece of advice I can

By the nature of our strange little micro-climate, San Francisco is not really an “outside” city.  Forecasters have all but given up on accurately predicting the each day’s weather, and every time you leave the house you must bring at least a couple layers, just in case.  That’s why when the weather

It seems like Thursday keeps getting better!  I’ve already told you about the ill-ass party at Shotwell, but guess what else is happening?  Oh wait, you totally guessed The Divisidero Art Walk didn’t you?  That’s what I get for putting it in the title.  Well just pretend like you were surprised ok?

First off, just in case you were wondering, last’s night’s Mos Def/Curtis Mayfield party was off the hook.  I damn near sweat through my clothes because I was dancing so much.  Curtis Mayfield does that to a motherfucker.  Ya know?   It’s seeming like Thursday night should be a pretty