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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A Taste of Madness With Banana Runtz

Another Weekly Weed Review thank CaliGoldDelivery.com

Gather ’round, fellow travelers of the twisted and surreal, for we’re embarking on a journey into the heart of madness with Fields Family Farms’ Banana Runts.

Now, before you go dismissing this as just another trip down candy lane, let me assure you, this is a ride you won’t soon forget. Imagine, if you will, a joint infused with the essence of diamonds, rolled in cannabis oil and keif, a concoction so potent it could make even the most seasoned stoner question reality.

This joint, my friends, it looked like it had seen the depths of hell and back, but as they say, looks can be deceiving. Upon lighting up, I was greeted with a taste sensation that was far from bananas or runts, yet somehow transcended the mundane to deliver a flavor profile that danced on the tongue like a psychedelic symphony.

The aroma, oh the aroma, it was like a siren’s call, luring me deeper into the rabbit hole of intoxication. But it wasn’t just the taste and smell that left me reeling; oh no, it was the high itself that truly caught me off guard. At first, it was like a bolt of creative energy coursing through my veins, igniting my senses and setting my mind ablaze with possibilities.

I felt like I could conquer the world, one wild idea at a time. Yet, just when I thought I had it all figured out, about 20 minutes later, it hit me like a freight train barreling through the night. Suddenly, the world around me took on a surreal hue, and before I knew it, I was careening headfirst into the abyss of unconsciousness, passed out cold on the couch.

But fear not, dear readers, for even in the depths of my weed-induced slumber, I could still feel the faint whisper of Banana Runts lingering on my lips, a reminder of the wild ride I had just experienced. So, on the scale of 0 to 5 nugs, this twisted masterpiece gets a solid 4 from yours truly.

But heed my warning, my fellow adventurers, for Banana Runts is not for the faint of heart.

Order some now from CaliGoldDelivery.com but approach with caution, embrace the madness, and remember, stay safe, stay weird, and question everything.

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.

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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.

But hey, if you’re feeling extra fancy and want a visual ad-free experience (because who needs interruptions when you’re decoding life’s mysteries?), join the Sub-Club. It’s like a VIP section for your eyes.

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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.

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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!