There are holidays and then there are SF sanctioned holidays. They get mentions in your planner and your iCal just like Christmas, and yes, you will be getting so drunk you’ll put Arthur to shame. No matter what the occasion, we like to do it big, plentiful and more awesome

For those that made it to the recent Fuck the Recession Party or the release party for my SF book, you’ll remember the inimitable Richie Cunning.  He blows me away every time I see him play, so I’ve kinda taken up stalking him.  It’s nothing too crazy, I’m not like driving by his

For all you that didn’t make it to the Fuck the Recession Party, you missed out big time.  But no worries, you can still feel like you were there.  Just go to the fridge, grab a beer, come back to the computer and turn on some Richie Cunning or Sugar

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