$2 PBRs

Last night my buddy and fellow writer Broke-Ass Stuart was soliciting friends for a night out in the Bay, and I figured why not. Yesterday had been productive: 4,000 words written and edited, somewhere between six and ten hours of creativity on full blast, enough to make my brain and eyes hurt. But a good hurt, one that comes from doing something well.

When you have no income, there is no better person to go drinking with than Broke-Ass Stuart.

Why? Because he publishes books on how to survive with only a shoestring budget.

We went to Bender's at 19th and South Van Ness, where we met Stuart's beautiful and hilarious friend, plus the mapmaker for his recently released New York edition of "Broke-Ass Stuart's Guide to Living Cheaply," and also some random dude who broke his arm two nights ago but still hasn't gone to the hospital. He was drunk and had that puppy in a makeshift sling. I cringed but did not bother chorusing the opinion that he should go see a doctor. He had heard it enough already.

How did said random dude break his arm?

Apparently he was being hassled by some cops when he told a female officer that she had a quote-unquote nice rack. So she snapped his arm. Sounds like a situation where nobody really traveled the path of righteousness.

Being in the Mission, we of course ended the night with Mexican food.



On the way home I passed by City Hall and took this photo.


City Hall is actually behind me in this shot, and that building off to the right is the Asian Art Museum. I used to walk through this spot daily when I lived on Van Ness and worked in the East Bay, commuting via the nearby Civic Center BART station.

That's enough of a history lesson for today, folks. I've got things to do, including a trip to Fremont to watch UFC 92 tonight: Sugar, Frank and Wanderlei!

PS: Buy Stuart's book!