With the Presidential race hot and happening and Trump saying insane things on an almost a daily basis, it’s very easy to feel like a smug, slightly superior liberal. This feeling is compounded if you live in the Bay Area bubble surrounded by lots of people with mostly similar beliefs.

By Cole Mayer As a freelance writer and former newspaper journalist married to a high school English teacher, not having any money ever is a given. Somehow, we managed to buy a house – by moving out of California. The chances of us owning a house in our hometown of

Oprah and Maya Angelou almost always know what’s best and they don’t want you to complain about San Francisco anymore. Here’s why. I get it. There are a lot of things that suck about San Francisco. Hoards of tech bros roam the streets performing awkward bromantic gestures towards each other. The gentrification shit

Every morning, I put on my hearing aids to bring some clarity into my life. I can hear, just not well. When I do not wear my hearing aids, the people who are  talking sound like they are mumbling to me. So, I wear them from the moment I wake

What does the word travel mean to you?  Do you picture a road trip across your home country, or climbing onto an airplane as you head into parts unknown? For many people, travel means overcrowded flights, well known landmarks, and overpriced hotels in the biggest cities around the world, but

Twenty years from now, when your kids are old enough to know better but young enough to not give a fuck, they’ll be searching for places like Bender’s. Places where the religion is loud rock and roll, the sacrament is stiff drinks, and the scripture is graffiti tagged on a bathroom stall.

Ending the Drug War is the best way to heal the divide between police and the communities they serve. Now that it’s basically impossible to ignore this grotesque and increasingly militarized divide between police and the communities they serve everybody has his or her own band-aid they’d like to slap

Last Friday I turned 30, so of course, I got drunk and ate like shit. Since it wasn’t on my tab, I didn’t drown in Stroh’s and Canadian Club this time, instead, I killed my liver in a fancier way with Ghettoblaster and Grass Widow. Either way, I still had