Heat Wave Hell

It all started on a Friday morning, a day that will forever be etched into the annals of my personal hell.

The AC began its death rattle, an apocalyptic sound that jolted me from my half-dead morning state.

Panic set in. I called the property management company, and they dispatched a man named Zeke from Zeke’s AC Repair. This guy was a real piece of work, let me tell you.

Zeke showed up like a bat out of hell, tires squealing through my neighborhood like a bad action movie chase scene. The scent of booze wafted from his van before he even stepped out.

Yes, Zeke reeked.

He stumbled out of his vehicle, all bravado and bullshit, ready to tackle the beast that was our AC unit.

He banged around for a bit, replaced the capacitor and motor, and voila! The AC roared to life.

Zeke, satisfied with his handiwork, strutted off into the sunset like a cowboy who just saved the town.

But a couple of hours later, the AC quit again, spitting out that familiar death knell.

Zeke returned, this time with less swagger and more annoyance.

He fiddled with the connector, declared it fixed, and vanished again. Fast forward a few hours, and the AC was dead.

It was now evening, a sweltering Sacramento evening, and Zeke was at home, likely nursing another bottle. He couldn’t come back until the next day.

We were stuck in a house that was 93 degrees upstairs and 83 downstairs.

The living room became our makeshift refugee camp, fans blowing like futile sentinels against the inferno. We killed some time shopping and eating dinner, hoping to escape the worst of it, but the heat followed us like a bloodhound.

That night, we slept on the couch, tossing and turning in a pool of sweat.

Saturday morning, Zeke reappeared, this time with a grim look. The motor was bad, he said, but he couldn’t replace it until Monday.

Monday? Was he high? It was going to hit 115 degrees that day.

He offered a temporary fix: spraying the unit with cold water every time it shut down. So, my weekend was spent babysitting an overheating AC unit, playing sprinkler technician to keep the damn thing running.

It worked, sort of. Until, of course, the power went out. Half of our development plunged into darkness on the hottest night of the year.

We were left to choose between roasting in our house or sitting in the car like some of our neighbors. We opted for the car, eventually finding solace in a late-night movie.

When the power finally came back on at 1:49 AM, the AC kicked on again, but the reprieve was short-lived.

Sunday was another day of cooling the unit, keeping it limping along.

Monday arrived, and I had to drag myself to the soul-sucking day job while Zeke, that drunk bastard, showed up to install a new motor.

But, of course, the AC was still broken.

I left work early, enraged and sweating, to find that nothing had changed. I called Zeke, who was now fed up and treating me like it was my fault.

He said it could be a bad motor… Again. He’ll fix it tomorrow.

So Tuesday came and he came back, got the motor then left to get another new motor. He came back replaced it and told me its fixed then left.

That didn’t work… again.

I called zeke. He was pissed off.

Clearly tired of me and my AC unit Zeke comes back.

He couldn’t figure it out, so he decided to give up.

Just like that, I give up. He said Don’t call me again after this.

He took out the new motor, put the original broken one back in, and left me with nothing.

I couldn’t even use his workaround now because the motor didn’t work at all.

I called the property management company, and they promised another guy would come.

This new savior didn’t show up until 3:30 PM, by which time my house was turning into a sauna.

He muttered about needing to get approval and write an estimate. Blah, blah, blah. He promised to come back on Wednesday.

It’s Wednesday at 7am and here I am, typing this from a couch that has become my bed, my back a knot of pain and my mood darker than ever because I have to go to the soul-sucking day job after getting very little sleep.

If this new guy doesn’t fix the AC today, I swear to God, there will be hell to pay.

Living through the hottest heat wave on record in Sacramento with a broken AC is a special kind of torment, one I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

Stay safe, Stay cool and remember .. Fuck Zeke.

Mikey

The Anatomy Of a Hater

Ever wonder why some people just can’t resist throwing shade like it’s their full-time job? Well, buckle up, because today on The Mikey Podcast, we’re ripping the mask off those joy-sucking, life-draining parasites who just can’t stand to see anyone else shine.

Join me as I dissect the anatomy of a hater. We’re talking about everyone from the Overly Critical Friend who can’t help but nitpick every single one of your achievements, to the Gossip Monger who thrives on spreading lies like it’s a competitive sport. And don’t get me started on the Social Media Stalker lurking in the digital shadows, or the Jealous Frenemy who’s all smiles to your face but plotting your downfall behind your back.

But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. We’re diving deep into the twisted psychology behind why these sad souls act the way they do. Are they projecting their own insecurities? Do they feel threatened by your blazing success? Or are they just so trapped in their own miserable existence that they need to drag everyone else down to their level?

Expect raw, unfiltered talk. I’ll be sharing some personal stories about the haters I’ve tangled with – and let me tell you, the radio industry has no shortage of them. Plus, I’ll give you some advice on how to spot these toxic types and, more importantly, how to deal with them. Hint: sometimes you just need to light the match, burn those bridges, and walk the hell away.

So, if you’re fed up with the haters in your life and need a good laugh at their expense, this episode is your ticket.

Tune in to The Mikey Podcast and let’s unmask these haters together.

Trust me, you don’t want to miss this.

Catch the latest episode now and let’s give these haters something to really talk about.

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Stay safe, stay weird, and question everything.

45 and Still Faking It

Alright, folks, gather ’round and let me regale you with the joyous tale of turning 45. Halfway to ninety and just as clueless as ever.

Almost 20 years ago, I packed my bags, kissed Ohio goodbye, and set out on a grand adventure that’s taken me through the dusty deserts of Nevada, the sunny chaos of California, the historical pretentiousness of Massachusetts, the not-so-gardeny parts of New Jersey, and back to California. Why? For the love of radio!

Oh, radio, you seductive bitch. You lured me in with promises of fame, fortune, and a lifestyle so glamorous it would make Hollywood blush. And for a while, it was golden. I was living the dream as an on-air personality and imaging producer, my voice bouncing off the airwaves all over the world!. Then along came Mr. New Guy, who decided he didn’t like my style. Yes an overweight douchebag with terrible style and an unbelievable lack of creativity fired me. Just like that, poof! The dream crumbled faster than a cheap taco shell.

Now I’m here in California with my wife, the kids, and a bonus kid from my wife’s previous adventure in life. Although one of my kids is still back in Ohio, probably wondering what the hell Dad is still doing living in the most expensive place in America. I wonder that too …

The thing is, I’m podcasting pretty successfully, but not successfully enough to ditch the day job. And what a day job it is. Representing the oil, fuel, and gas station industry—because nothing screams passion like convenience stores and petrol.

2 days a week in the office and 3 days a week, I’m working from home, pretending I know what I’m doing, faking it like a pro. The pay is decent, the coworkers are cool, but the passion? Nonexistent. Sales? I’d rather eat a bag of nails. But hey, it’s a job, right? And it’s depressing.

I never imagined working in an office environment or having this type of job. Never, yet here I am miserable like everyone else.

There was a time I loved my job. I loved waking up and going to work. Now I dread it.

You know what really gets me though? The older I get, the more I realize I’ve been chasing career highs instead of building real, meaningful friendships.

I miss having friends. I miss the parties, the birthdays, the pointless hangouts where we’d solve the world’s problems over a six-pack and bag of weed. Now, my birthday is a quiet affair. No big bashes, just a few texts from family and, of course, the amazing listeners of my podcast. You guys are seriously the real heroes. Please know that I appreciate you so much.

As I inch closer to 45, I’m hit with the existential question: Was it all worth it? Missing out on family events, leaving friends behind, moving from state to state for a career that’s as stable as a Jenga tower in an earthquake? I don’t know. But I do believe that everything happens for a reason, even if that reason is as clear as mud right now.

I miss radio. I miss the thrill of the live broadcast, the creative rush, the connection with listeners. But moving around the country isn’t an option anymore. The kids are in middle and high school, and uprooting them would be selfish. Responsibilities, man. They’re like that one relative who shows up uninvited and never leaves.

But there are bright spots. Watching my daughter grow, seeing my bonus son figure out who he is, building a life with my wife, and having the freedom to run my podcast my way—these are the moments that make the struggle worthwhile. I’m still doing what I love, just not on the scale I envisioned. And maybe that’s okay.

So here I am, on the brink of 45, wondering what the next chapter holds. Maybe I’ll finally find a way to make podcasting and creating events my full-time gig. Maybe I’ll stumble upon a new passion. Or maybe I’ll just keep faking and being miserable with my career until I die. Whatever happens, I know this much: getting older might suck, but it’s also an adventure. And as long as I’m still in the game, I’ll keep playing.

Here’s to 45 years of glorious confusion and the hope that the next 45 will be just as wild.

Stay safe, stay weird and remember… question everything

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Fields Family Farms: Unicorn Gas 💨

🦄✨ Today we’re diving headfirst into the enchanting world of “Unicorn Gas” – a strain so mystical it’ll make you question reality faster than a rabbit hole on acid! 🍇💨

Buds so vibrant they make rainbows look dull. Deep purples, royal blues, and greens that’ll make you believe you stumbled into a psychedelic fairy tale. And those trichomes? Oh, they’re not just trichomes; they’re tiny flecks of pure magic, twinkling like they’ve been kissed by unicorns themselves! 🌈✨

Now, let’s talk scent. Brace yourself for a whiff of sweet, fruity aromas that’ll transport you to a berry-filled wonderland, with just a hint of floral goodness. It’s like being under a spell – but trust me, you won’t want to break free! 🌸🍓

When you spark up Unicorn Gas, get ready for a high that’ll send you to the moon and back. It starts with a gentle buzz that’ll have your creative juices flowing faster than you can say “magic carpet ride.” 🧞‍♂️✨ And as you float along, your worries will melt away, leaving you in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Now, onto the real talk. I tried this baby in pre-roll form, and let me tell you – it was a rollercoaster of emotions. First, the struggle to light it was real. I’m talking Herculean effort levels just to get a puff! 😤 But once it was lit, WHOA, hold onto your hats, folks!

Sure, the joint got funky real quick, bending and shedding its cherry like it was trying out for a contortionist gig. But despite the struggle, the high was worth every moment. Two hits in, and I was off to the stars, cruising through the cosmos like I owned the place. 🚀

But the high lasted for what felt like eons. My head was floating in the stratosphere while my body was down on Earth, doing its thing like a champ. 🌍💫

So, despite the joint’s quirks, I’m giving Unicorn Gas a solid 3.5 out of 5 on the mug scale. It would’ve been higher if not for the joint’s shenanigans. But hey, when the high is this good, who cares about a little struggle, right? 😉

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Fluorescent Fumes: A Psychedelic Odyssey

I stumbled into my dimly lit living room, the acrid smoke of Cali’s finest clinging to my clothes like a desperate lover. The aftertaste lingered, a bitter reminder of the forbidden pleasures I’d just indulged in. But then, an unexpected twist… the room shifted, and an eerie smell enveloped me. It was familiar, like a half-remembered nightmare from my youth.

Huffing paint. The garage. My cousin Chuck.

We were reckless, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Death was our constant companion, lurking in the shadows, grinning like a deranged carnival barker. Parma, Ohio… a place where dreams went to die, and the mundane was a psychedelic trip in itself.

Chuck, that mad bastard, moved in with me at my mom’s house. Our grand plan? To work together, side by side, conquering the world. Or maybe just the local pizza joint. But fate had other ideas.

The garage became our sanctuary… a sweltering cocoon in a hot Ohio summer where time warped and reality unraveled. Chuck and I, like deranged alchemists, brewed our elixir of madness: fluorescent green spray paint, stolen from my dad’s garage or my grandpa’s toolshed, I can’t recall which. The details blur, like the edges of reality when you’re high on fumes.

We’d light our cigarettes, the glowing tips like beacons in the dimness. The garage door shut, sealing us off from the world. The canister of neon intoxication sat on the workbench, its label worn and cryptic. We’d shake it, listen to the rattle of forbidden knowledge, and then plunge into the abyss.

We sprayed it into bags, inhaled deeply, and ascended. The world dissolved, replaced by a kaleidoscope of neon hues.

The first huff was a revelation. The garage walls wavered, and Chuck’s face contorted into a grotesque grin. We’d giggle like lunatics, our laughter echoing off the rusty tools and forgotten memories. We entered a realm I can only describe as “spy vs. spy inside Fortnite.” Imagine pixelated chaos, a psychedelic battleground where secret agents battled for supremacy, fueled by our chemical concoction.

The fluorescent demons danced, their pixelated forms mocking our mortal existence. Spy vs. spy, reality vs. delusion—we straddled the fault line.

Hours melted away. The garage became a fever dream… a fever dream within a fever dream. We’d chase each other, our footsteps echoing like distant gunshots. Chuck would morph into a giant spy, his trench coat flapping in the toxic breeze. I’d wield a pixelated sword, slashing at imaginary foes. The paint fumes fueled our madness, our minds spiraling into oblivion.

And then, the terror set in. The walls moved closer and closer, and the fluorescent demons taunted us. Spy vs. spy took a dark turn. Were we the heroes or the villains? It didn’t matter. We were trapped, our minds unraveling like cheap sweaters. Reality splintered, and I glimpsed the void—the abyss that had swallowed countless souls before us.

And then, the crash. Reality reasserted itself—the sticky floor, the flickering fluorescent bulb, the taste of metal on our tongues.

Chuck collapsed on the garage floor, gasping for air. I clung to the edge of sanity, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. We’d glimpsed the abyss, danced with death, and emerged—changed.

“We have to stop,” I said. “It’s eating us alive.”

As abruptly as it began, it ended.

Chuck moved out soon after. The fluorescent green can vanished, but its memory haunted me. I never huffed paint again, but that pixelated utopia lingered, a warning etched into my synapses. Life in Parma remained mundane, but I knew the truth: We’d touched something beyond the veil. Spy vs. spy, neon and nightmare—it was all there, waiting for the next fool to inhale the fumes and ascend.

So here I am, recounting our reckless escapade. Chuck, if you’re out there, remember: We danced with madness, and for a brief, terrifying moment, we were gods. And the fluorescent green? It still whispers my name in the dead of night, promising secrets and oblivion.

The Great Sake Bomb Massacre

So there I was, dragged into the neon abyss of Sin City, not out of desire but necessity. The exorbitant cost of California living had me shackled to a job I neither loathed nor excelled at, just enough to keep the family fed and the podcast rolling. But hey, it came with perks—like mandatory treks to San Diego, the cesspool of LA, and the glittering mirage of Las Vegas.

What’s my gig, you ask? Irrelevant. What matters is Vegas, baby.

Nestled in the bowels of The Mirage, an ancient relic oozing with the stench of bygone eras and stale tobacco, I pondered my existence amidst kitschy decor straight out of Grandma’s basement.

But this wasn’t your typical Vegas romp; it was a corporate circus. Rubbing elbows with suits I’d never otherwise acknowledge, I paraded through conferences, spewing jargon like a malfunctioning buzzword generator.

One evening, we found ourselves at Benihana—a tourist trap masquerading as a culinary experience. Three hours of onion volcanoes and airborne shrimp left me smelling like a hibachi grill’s illicit affair with MSG. Sake bombs ensued, accompanied by raucous chants, almost resembling a racial slur in an accent I dare not replicate.

The following day brought more charades of competence, culminating in an excursion to the newly christened Las Vegas Sphere. Amidst AI greeters and digital scans promising entry into some Orwellian metaverse, I opted out—FBI, take note.

The show inside was a psychedelic sermon on humanity’s folly, a woke manifesto accompanied by sensory overload. For a moment, I teetered on the brink of existential revelation, tripping balls in a spherical cathedral of enlightenment.

But alas, reality beckoned. Back in my room, amidst the haze of intoxication, I reflected on the casino floor—a tableau of despair and depleted fortunes. Disheartened, I retreated, pondering the irony of an old woman seeking directions to Planet 13, the cannabis superstore.

That brings us to the end of this uninspiring trip to land of greed, Next time, Vegas, it’ll be on my terms—sans corporate shackles and with chosen companions. No more pretense, just pure, unadulterated debauchery.

Stick it to the System and Embrace the Chaos

 

Welcome to another Freeloader Friday on The Mikey Podcast! In this episode we’re diving headfirst into a whirlwind of chaos, laughter, and unfiltered truth. From tech troubles to personal revelations, societal critiques to downright bizarre topics, this episode has it all.

 

Ever felt like you’re wrestling a greased-up bear while trying to stream on YouTube? Well, that’s just another day in the life of The Mikey Podcast. Join me as I navigate the treacherous waters of online censorship, tech glitches, and the constant struggle for creative freedom. Hint: Rumble might just be the lifeline we’ve been waiting for.

But speaking of lifelines, let’s dive the joys of staring into the existential abyss and wondering, “Who am I, really?” Join me as I bare my soul and share the ups and downs of my own identity journey. Spoiler alert: it’s a ride filled with twists, turns, and more than a few awkward moments.

But it’s not at all a therapy episode because it was Groundhog Day … again.

Let’s talk about Pennsylvania – In this episode I take aim at the Keystone State with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. From Punxsutawney Phil’s questionable predictions to the downright absurdity of Amish lifestyle, no tradition is safe. Sorry, Pennsylvania – consider this your official roast!

Come to think about it, it’s gotta be hard living in such a lot of despair like Pennsylvania.

It’s already tough everywhere else, just imagine living in PA!?

Get ready to Grab your tissues and prepare to commiserate as I explore the soul-crushing abyss of financial responsibilities, skyrocketing living costs, and the joy of handing over your hard-earned cash to the taxman. Spoiler alert: it’s not pretty, but at least we’re all in this mess together. So wipe away those tears and let’s laugh through the pain!

Now if you thought financial woes were bad, just wait until you hear about California’s latest venture into the world of recycled wastewater.

Like … WTF California? Coming Soon: Poop Water!

We’ll dive headfirst into the murky waters of California’s latest venture – turning sewage into drinking water. It’s a topic so bizarre, you’ll question whether you’re living in a dystopian novel or just a really messed-up reality show. So grab your favorite beverage (not from California, preferably) and let’s unravel the mysteries of poop water together!

Look, In this Freeloader Friday episode of The Mikey Podcast, we’ve laughed, we’ve cried, and we’ve probably offended a few people along the way. But hey, that’s just how we roll. So why not stick around and join the conversation? Listen or watch to the full episode here and remember – question everything.

Mikey

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San Fran’s ‘Glow-Up! Because Avocado Toast Won’t Fix Everything

Guess what? I’ve got the 411 on San Francisco’s surprise makeover, brought to you by a communist leader and a certain forgetful friend. Because, let’s face it, nothing says “fixing the city” like planting trees and pretending homelessness vanished into thin air.

In this week’s episode, I’m pulling back the curtain on the city’s Cinderella moment – or as we like to call it, the avant-garde approach to urban problem-solving. We’ve got cleaner streets, spruced-up buildings, and art that magically appears. Abracadabra, San Fran style!

But hold on to your avocado toast There’s more.

I’m decoding Assembly Bill 873 – Gavin’s latest masterpiece. Spoiler alert: It involves teaching media literacy to kids because, you know, the internet is the new wild west, and apparently, our kids are the sheriff.

And since I love to keep it real, I’m diving into the world of media literacy – because who needs parents guiding their kids through the internet when you have government-approved lessons?

Now, here’s the kicker – you can feast your ears on all this absurdity FOR FREE! Yep, no hidden fees, just unfiltered, sarcastic commentary. Click that play button and let the eye-rolls commence.

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Inside the Scandal

Hey Freeloaders!

Ever wonder what goes on beyond the audio waves? Sub-Club members got an exclusive lowdown on a local radio DJs DUI saga, and it’s time for you to be in the know.

Picture this: November 3rd, 2 PM – His residence surrounded by police cars. His wife in cuffs, allegedly facing a DV charge. Drama unfolds, and then comes the shocker.

A few hours later, he decides to take a drive.

This isn’t your usual celebrity scandal. His choices have consequences – his company, co-hosts, sponsors, all caught in the whirlwind.

A vodka company, his major sponsor. Can they wash their hands of his reckless actions?

This isn’t a gossip session either. It’s a shout-out for accountability. His choices affect not just his life but the lives intertwined with his career.

His company’s response? Silence. Sponsors? Zilch. It speaks volumes about their priorities.

And this goes beyond a local celeb’s legal mess. It’s about a man with plenty of resources opting for a dangerous joyride.

Missed Monday’s free video episode? Catch it HERE. It’s a call to action – a plea to prioritize responsibility, especially as we approach the holiday season.

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Bizarre Encounters with Gavin, Candy Heists, and A Mikey Podcast Christmas!

First things first, let’s talk about the upcoming extravaganza we’re all waiting for – A Mikey Podcast Christmas! Sponsored by Hanford Sand and Gravel (you know, those rock-solid folks), this event will be the holiday celebration of the year.

Think of it as a combination of Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and a wild house party all rolled into one. Mark your calendars for December 8th and don’t even think about missing it! 🎄🎉

We’ve got a handful of incredible sponsors on board too – Karricker Customs fretted instrument maintenance expert (for when your banjo gets all moody), Middlescapes landscaping (because your garden deserves love, too), The Wrecking Crew bakery and café in Colfax, and Better Together Entertainment (who are genuinely better when they’re together).

These sponsors are the real MVPs, and we salute their awesomeness. 🙌

Gavin Newsom Beat up a Chinese Kid …

Now, let’s dive into the world of Gavin Newsom. Our hotheaded governor attempted to prove his basketball skills, or lack there of, with a group of Chinese children.

But, instead of slam-dunking, things took an unexpected turn. Gavin tried to spin the ball on his finger, but honestly, it looked like he was trying to summon an alien invasion. Then, things got even stranger as he ended up…well, I’ll let you watch or listen to the episode for the full scoop. All we can say is, it’s truly a moment you’ll want to witness. We should probably call CPS on him.

Halloween Candy Theives

Have you seen the video? Picture this: an entire family swiping a bowl of candy left out for trick-or-treaters. I have some strong opinions on this candy heist. We’re left wondering important questions, like, “What are they teaching their kids?”

WW3 & GenZ

Also, is GenZ ready for WW3? If I’m being honest, which I am, I’m a little worried about those people defending freedom and protecting America.

We might be screwed.

If you haven’t already, it’s time to plug in your headphones or crank up the speakers and dive headfirst into this episode. Prepare for a rollercoaster of topics and emotions, all served with a side of humor and comments from the audience because this is a Freeloader Friday Live episode.

And, if you enjoy what you hear or see (which I’m almost sure you will), be a superhero and hit that subscribe button on your favorite podcast platform.

Plus while you’re here, join the Sub-Club it’s like donating to an independent media revolution, and we promise, you’ll sleep better at night knowing you’re supporting the good guys. 💪

So, don’t wait – get listening, get laughing, and get involved in the wild world of The Mikey Podcast. You won’t regret it!

The Grandma Serial Killer

Have you ever wondered about the hidden stories behind seemingly ordinary houses? The kind you pass by every day without giving a second thought, until you learn what secrets they hold. In the latest episode of *The Mikey Podcast*, we’re about to take you on a bone-chilling journey into a world that’s as fascinating as it is horrifying.

Picture this: a cozy boarding house in the heart of Sacramento during the 1980s. It sounds inviting, almost like a scene from a charming period piece. But behind the quaint exterior of this seemingly welcoming establishment lies a spine-tingling tale of terror.

Dorothea Helen Puente was the mastermind behind this “special” boarding house. You may be accustomed to hosts who greet you with a smile and freshly baked cookies, but Dorothea had her unique brand of hospitality. She would accept vulnerable elderly and mentally disabled tenants. However, her idea of making them feel at home was a lot more sinister than you can imagine.

Not everyone who stayed at Dorothea’s boarding house left with their lives intact. Those who dared to question her practices soon vanished without a trace. Imagine cashing Social Security checks belonging to the tenants while they mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again. A sinister twist on the “home away from home” concept, wouldn’t you say?

Before we take a deep dive into Dorothea’s dark world, we’ll rewind the tape of her life to understand how this sinister saga unfolded. Her childhood was far from idyllic, shaped by abuse and tragedy. Her journey, filled with unbelievable twists and turns, led her to this chilling path of murder and deception.

For those who love true crime stories that will keep you on the edge of your seat, you won’t want to miss this gripping episode. We’ll explore Dorothea’s life, her criminal endeavors, and how she managed to operate her house of horrors right under everyone’s noses. The intrigue and secrets surrounding her story are just a taste of what’s in store.

So, do you have the courage to uncover the dark secrets that took place behind the walls of that ordinary boarding house in Sacramento? The only way to experience this bone-chilling journey is to listen to the latest episode of The Mikey Podcast. Get ready to be captivated, horrified, and left wanting more.

Don’t wait any longer. Click below to listen now, and prepare to be amazed by the true story of the “Grandma Serial Killer.”

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The Vampire Of Sacramento

Alright, folks, you ready to get down to business? Cause this is gonna get crazy. Richard Trenton Chase, the vampire of Sacramento, is our haunting subject. Born on May 23rd, 1950, Chase had a taste for something… unusual, to say the least.

Join me as we uncover the eerie signs of his troubled childhood, his bizarre obsessions, and his shocking descent into madness. From animal cruelty to bizarre delusions, this guy was a real piece of work.

But that’s not all; we’ll venture deep into his twisted mind, exploring his bizarre blood rituals and a thirst for something far more sinister. This is the stuff nightmares are made of.

So, are you ready to unravel the darkness? Tune in to Episode 201 of The Mikey Podcast and brace yourself for the twisted tale of the Vampire of Sacramento. You won’t believe how one man’s obsessions led to a reign of terror that shocked a community. Listen now, if you dare!

WWR: Fruit Tart

YO! Welcome to another weekly weed review!

Today, we’re diving into the world of Fruit Tart!

A strain that’s more delicious than your grandma’s homemade pie. And guess what? You can save 20% on this bad boy with the promo code “Mikey” at HigherElevation.com! With an expanded delivery zone there’s a really good chance they deliver to you if you live in or around the Sacramento, CA area. Now, let’s get down to business!

First things first, let’s talk about the smell and taste of this bud. Picture yourself walking through a fruity wonderland, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of fresh fruit mixed with a hint of sourness. It’s like sticking your nose in a bouquet of flowers while eating a bag of sour gummy worms. Trust me, it’s nice.

But enough about the aromas, let’s talk about the buzz. Fruit Tart hits you like a sativa freight train, giving you an energetic boost that’ll have you feeling like you could conquer the world. A few hits of this and you’ll be ready to take on the day.

Now, here’s a pro tip – Fruit Tart pairs amazingly well with a cup of coffee from your Mikey Podcast coffee Mug

It’s like the perfect morning duo, getting you all hyped up and ready to tackle your to-do list. Just make sure you don’t go overboard because you might find yourself with a tinge of anxiety.

One thing I love about Fruit Tart is that the munchies are surprisingly manageable. You won’t find yourself raiding the pantry like a deranged raccoon on a mission. So, feel free to enjoy this strain without worrying about eating your body weight in snacks. Your waistline will thank you.

In terms of effects, this strain is a real winner. It’s like the perfect balance between calm and creative. You’ll feel relaxed, yet inspired to tackle your arts and crafts projects, or maybe even knit a sweater for your pet goldfish. And if you’re more of a couch potato, don’t worry – Fruit Tart is great for binge-watching your favorite TV shows or movies.

On the Gonja grading scale, I give Fruit Tart 4 nugs out of 5. It’s definitely a strain worth trying, especially if you’re looking for a burst of energy and creativity without the couch-lock.

But, like any good thing, it does have its downsides. The high tends to wear off a bit faster than you’d hope, so keep that in mind if you’re planning an all-day smoke-a-thon. Towards the end of the day, you might also get hit with some indica vibes, so be prepared for a cozy evening of relaxation.

Overall, Fruit Tart is a strain that’ll tickle your taste buds and boost your creative juices. Checkout the Ganja Grading Scale and don’t forget to use promo code “Mikey” at higher elevation to save some green while you’re at it. Happy toking, my friends!

15 Minute Cities and C*VID Lessons

Yo! future urbanites and rural rebels! Episode 189 is here and before you dive into that next scoop of conspiracy theory ice cream, how about a little appetizer of what’s to come?

I’m diving into the wild world of “15-minute cities and, of course, dusting off some golden nuggets from the old COVID vault. Because covid 2.0 is here!

There have been whispers about Los Angeles, San Francisco, or even that hidden gem Folsom planning to shrink into “15-minute cites”

Cities that promise to be self-contained utopias where everything is just a breezy stroll away. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?

But, turns out, these utopian bubbles might just be a disguise for giant, government-controlled, dystopian prisons. Ready to lock down at the drop of a hat… or virus.

And what about the country folk? How will they get them inside this 15 minute prison?

Those people living their best rural life might need a bit of nudging, or let’s be real, some good old-fashioned coercing to jump on the city bandwagon.

It’s all about the appeal, you see. And if making it seem like the greatest place to be doesn’t work, they’ll tighten the grip with policies, incentives, and maybe even a dash of taxation.

Slowly but surely, the rural resistance becomes a pocket of independence, and let’s be honest, a place for some seriously epic showdowns.

I’ll be digging into the that and what a war could look like

Remember covid? I know, I know, some of you out there have built your conspiracy bunkers and are living your best anti-vaxxer life. But, while you’re sipping on your herbal tea and perfecting your tinfoil hat, there’s a few nuggets of wisdom from that wild ride that might just tickle your intellect. Lesson #1: Complying with tyranny is like giving your lunch money to a bully – it only encourages more bullying. And masks? Well, they’re about as useful as using a slingshot against a meteor shower. Buckle up, because I’m diving headfirst into the twisted rabbit hole of pandemic 2.0

So, there you have it, just a little taste of what’s cooking in the Mikey Podcast oven for Episode 189.

From the promises and pitfalls of 15-minute cities to the absurdity of COVID lessons we all “should have learned,” I’m here to dissect, entertain, and maybe even toss a sprinkle of sarcasm your way.

So, grab your tinfoil hat, your bicycle, and your sense of humor and check episode 189: 15 Minute Cities and the Web of Global Control

Unmasking the Connection

BlackRock, Pfizer, and the Covid Chronicles

Hey there, fellow truth-seekers and podcast enthusiasts! Buckle up, because we’re diving deep into the juicy tidbits that BlackRock and Pfizer have been cooking up together. Intrigued? Oh, you should be!

Listen as we dissect the latest twist in the pandemic plotline – the return of Covid restrictions.

I’ve got thoughts, you’ve got thoughts, and together, we’re going to untangle the web of rumors that’s got everyone scratching their heads. And can we take a moment to roll our eyes at the “BA 286” variant?

And what does that secret lab in Reedly Have to tdo with all of this? Guess who’s got the insider scoop? yours truly. I’m unearthing the secrets, peeling back the layers, and serving it all up with a side of commentary. And speaking of secrets, those booster shots are making waves. Are they just a one-way ticket to immunity paradise, or is there a plot twist? Could it be just about the money? Or is it really about mail-in ballots? We’re diving deep!

Also Hollywood’s oddball decisions and the sudden surge of Covid consciousness at workplaces? Oh its getting jucy!

But don’t worry I’m not leaving you hanging. To catch all these jaw-dropping revelations wrapped in a cocoon of humor, you’ve gotta plug in to the latest episode of The Mikey Podcast.

So, whether you’re strolling through the park with your trusty headphones or cozied up at home, it’s time to embark on this truth-hunting escapade together. Let’s peel back those flashy headlines, shall we? Because if you’re hungry for a podcast cocktail mixed with humor and truth, look no further. Tune in now HERE

The Scandalous World Of Politics

Get Ready to Unravel the Deceptive Secrets and Uncover Dubious Agendas in Episode 183 of The Mikey Podcast!

We’re peeling back the layers of secrecy, evasion, and sketchy strategies that shape the Golden State’s governance. First on our hit list? Governor Gavin Newsom and his love for working behind closed doors. Find out what his motivations are, and how he manages to keep public accountability at bay. It’s like a real-life game of hide and seek – only with high-stakes politics!

But it doesn’t stop there. Prepare to be blown away by the audacious efforts of GV Wire journalists as they risk it all to uncover the truth behind a secret Chinese laboratory in Reedly, CA.

Oh, and did we mention the jaw-dropping Senate bills that are aiming to normalize closed-door meetings and teleconferencing? What does this mean for transparency in California? We’re asking all the tough questions, so you don’t have to.

Now, let’s talk about California’s colossal homelessness crisis. Governor The Goof Newsom may think he’s invincible, but we’re here to reveal his vulnerabilities. Get ready for a front-row seat to the battle royale between Newsom and DeSantis. Who will come out on top? And what deep-rooted issues will be unearthed along the way? This is political theater at its finest!

And Have you heard of Vivek Ramaswamy? If not, get ready for a wild ride. We’re dissecting this GOP contender’s multi-faceted persona. From controversial stances to evolving positions, and even his complex views on immigration and trade – nothing is off-limits. And let’s not forget about his anti-“woke” stance. Is it all just a performance? We’re about to find out!

Join us on this thrilling journey through the twisted web of California’s governance. We’ll unravel the enigmatic rise of Vivek Ramaswamy, expose the secrets that haunt Governor Newsom, and shine a light on the intricate tapestry shaping the future of the Golden State.

Don’t miss Episode 183 of The Mikey Podcast