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.

I was walking near Union Square the other night, on the way to a friend’s birthday party, when I passed by Macy’s display window.  I noticed that it was once again the time of year for the store’s Flower Show.  While this year’s theme is “A Bohemian Garden”, after looking at

For those of you who have the San Francisco book, you might remember a little passage that goes like this:   Morton’s Steakhouse:  400 Post St. @ Powell I am a golden god for giving this one to you!  Yes my friends this one here is fucking gorgeous!  Every Monday-Friday

Not long ago Monica the Intern and I were interviewed for a new part of The Onion’s website called Debaser.  The idea behind it is that they let you promote something of yours in exchange for telling an embarrassing story.  So I got to tell them all about the Fuck the Recession Party,

The sun is out and the people are shining vibrant shades of pink.  Nice days in San Francisco mean mainly one thing for the denizens of the Mission, Noe Valley, and The Castro: fucking off all day in Dolores Park. I was walking through DP yesterday when I ran into

This is what it sounds like when I write about myself in third person:   Broke-Ass Stuart has been called ‘œAn SF Cult Hero’ (SF Bay Guardian), ‘œBest Local Writer’ (SF Weekly) and “The Chief of Cheap” (Time Out New York) but to those familiar with his work, he’s just ‘œthat douchebag

Yes that’s right.  Some absolute genius in Burlingame decided to create a museum devoted entirely to the strange and wondrous Pez and it’s dispensers.  Apparently the rarest Pez dispenser in the collection is worth $5,000 and is a Mr. Potato Head character that was was taken off the market in 1973 because

  Ah yes.  It’s that time of year again.  The St. Stupid’s Day Parade is upon us making it OK to dress up in cockamamie costumes and commit acts of complete buffoonery throughout the streets of San Francisco.  Look, I know that this sounds like everyday in the fine and glorious