Rooftop’s annual Summer Series continues this week with more of those Underground Movies Outdoors. The series has been running since May and will continue to run through Saturday, August 18th. The Summer Series consists of feature-length films or shorts, ranging from documentaries, dramas, comedies, animation and much more. Sometimes the

GRRRR! Let’s date! Portland is not famous for it’s “people who are committed to just sleeping with one dude or chick for a presumably extended period of time” rate, let alone the amount of successful marriages. Whether you’re hanging out with someone in their mid-30s who is struggling not to overdose on

Which 50 of you broke-asses are going to win FREE tickets to the sneak preview of the new hot flick, Killer Joe? Ready, Set, Go!…the first 50 people to go to GoFoBo.com/RSVP and enter in the code BROKEAZM3X code will win! Make your Monday worth while and give it a whirl.

Us writers spend a lot of time hunched over keyboards drinking booze coffee to fuel the fire. I tend to live in my head and spend a lot of time hanging out with my characters. But I suppose it’s good to spend some time with real people, too… When I

Theater kids. They’re weird. Every time you hang out with theater kids, it’s all inside jokes about stage-fight workshops and terrible British accents. Once, as a child I was roped into an acting class. We spent an hour “learning” how to fall down. I never returned. Thus, it was with

Sometimes things move a little slowly over here in Broke-Ass HQ. It’s that whole “not having any money” thing. But as an advertisement for ketchup once told me “Good things come to those who wait”. And the wait is over folks! Young, Broke & Beautiful: Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living

So I moved to Portland last summer from San Francisco and, as you can tell from my previous posts, (A Scumbag’s Guide to Portland) I’m madly in love with it.

Every Thursday night on the southwest corner of 16th and Mission, a crowd begins to gather. A woman will kneel down and take out sidewalk chalk, patiently tracing a sprawling pastel circle on the concrete. At 9:30, the first poet will step into the chalk and let loose a yawp