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.

There comes a time in every broke-ass’ life where he or she realizes there are other broke folk looking our for their own kind. The Shit Show is one of those moments. Every second Saturday at The Showdown, Fuck Off Presents and Team Terrible throw this amazing party where the

              King of Noodles   Another King of (insert food item considered sovereign among its kind here) Restaurant?  Yes.  Does the grandiosity of its title belie its humble nature? Again, yes.  The Sunset District’s King of Noodles won’t be featured on any CNN news tickers, nor will

I’m slammed for time today, so I’m just gonna paste from the about “about” section of the Equifunk Festival. That said. It does sound pretty rad: pool parties all day and live music all night. If I was on the East Coast I would totally be there. Also for all

Nothing gets my mouth to watering than the mere smell of my mother frying chicken. From the smell alone, I know what’s to come. I know that she’ll saute mushrooms, add cream of mushroom and milk to make a gravy, soy sauce and add the chicken back into the sauce.

Thanks to our cigarette-smoking president, cigarette smoking has gotten a lot pricier in the last few years. Although I suspect the prez is being kinda paternal (“don’t do what I did, America”) in projecting his nicotine-guilt upon us, it is helping people quit. But SOME of us (me) just don’t want to.

By now you’ve probably been to (and definitely heard of) Debaser, the monthly 90s alternative dance party at the Knock Out. It’s a crazy night with lots of flannel and Doc Marten’s and other things that remind me of jr. high. Well the fine people behind Debaser have concocted another