Due to a poor global economy and a lack of tourism around the world, I have been finding these amazing deals to very appealing destinations lately. A few years ago, flying across the world would set you back over $1000. Now, if you look close enough and get in on the deals in time, you can get to the same DESTINATION for around $400-$800. Right now, you must be thinking that I work for CONTIKI TOURS or something. No man, I’m just trying to share with you what is out there.
Unfortunately, these cheap flights are in no way first class. The planes themselves are in decent condition, but you most likely will endure multiple stops with long layovers before you get to your destination. At then end of last year, we went to Buenos Aires for $550. But that came with a 14-hour layover in Mexico City. That wasn’t so bad because we left the airport and checked into a hotel. It’s the five-hour layovers that hurt.
For the most part, there’s nothing better than getting away from Los Angeles. Sure I’m in love with the shiny shirts, the “HILLS” wannabes, and the assorted variations of world class CUISINE that come with LA, but once in a while, I feel the urge to get out of town. And despite the long grueling flights, endless layovers, and people sneezing their nasty mouth molecules on me, there is nothing like finally arriving.
The video below shows tidbits of the 31-hours we spent getting to a remote island in Thailand earlier this month. We started off at LAX and took a flight to Taipei. We had a 3 hour layover in Taipei and got on our connecting flight to Bangkok, Thailand. Three hours later we got to Bangkok but had a 5 hour layover until we could get onto another flight to Krabi. The flight to Krabi wasn’t so bad since I completely passed out. Then finally arriving to Krabi, we had to take a one and a half hour bus ride to some restaurant where we hopped on a boat that took us to Railay Bay.
You can really see the fatigue in our faces, but for me, I prefer taking the road less traveled.
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Posted 3 months, 1 week ago at 3:29 PM. 7 comments
The 2010 World Cup is right around the corner and even though four years ago a few colleagues and I made a PACT to travel to South Africa right after the 2006 Cup, all plans in doing so somehow dissipated. I’m not the football fan I once was when I used to wake up early as crap on a Sunday morning to drive to Pasadena to catch a RED DEVILS match, but I do enjoy watching here and there. I’m already too preoccupied with my fanaticism with other sports like SLAMBALL, and MONSTER JAM.
I’m more of the soccer movie fanatic if anything else. You know like SHAOLIN SOCCER, GOAL, RUDO Y CURSI, and a very underrated film my good friend Matt introduced me to: THE BIG GREEN. Usually I will just pop in one of these entertaining films get my soccer/football fix.
The movie below is not quite the World Cup, but a World Cup qualifier. I happened to be in Buenos Aires during the South American qualifiers and Argentina was in a really bad spot. Just like some of the usually dominant European countries that found themselves in the same position, Argentina was a game away from not qualifying for the 2010 Cup if they lost to Peru. Our hotel gave us a horrible deal on a pair of tickets so we decided to go last minute.
The game was pretty nutty. I’ve never been to a sporting event where people jump and chant, especially coming from LA where the crowds are pretty glum so this was refreshing. What was even more refreshing was the torrential rain that dumped on us during the last minutes of the match. Nobody would have guessed that it would rain that hard with the skies so clear earlier that day. I just have to hand it to my woman for braving the storm with me. She somehow only ends up in situations like this with me. And another thing, there’s a guy in the video sitting right next to me with a rattail/mullet. His name is Joshua and he’s from Echo Park. Also pretty nutty.
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Posted 5 months ago at 1:45 PM. 11 comments
What came first? The chicken or the egg? This one question symbolizes a quandary that’s been boggling the greatest philosophical minds for thousands of years. It’s also questions how life and the universe began. Most common answers can be refuted, thus creating a perpetual and endless debate. I believe it was ARISTOTLE who said it best when he concluded both have always existed. “If there has been a first man he must been born without father or mother – which is repugnant to nature. For there could not have been a first egg to give a beginning to birds, or there should have been a first bird which gave a beginning to eggs; for a bird comes from an egg..”
Did you find that confusing? Well so did many people up until another great mind, Charles Darwin developed his theory on evolution rendering the chicken/egg debate pretty much useless. Things evolve all the time. We wouldn’t have today’s STREEWEAR without hip-hop. There would be no CRISS ANGEL if not for SIEGFRIED & ROY. And without a doubt, there would be no WEBSTER if we were never introduced to ARNOLD JACKSON. As long as we live, we will continue to see things evolve.
As much as we may not enjoy watching ourselves from four years ago, I think that doing so can teach us an important lesson. For me, I learned that wearing daisy dukes and Speedos is really part of who I am. Anyways, we continue to go backwards and this What Mike Saw was made back in 2006. Although unflattering at times, these videos from the past are pretty SWEET.
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Posted 5 months, 2 weeks ago at 10:42 PM. 6 comments
In the 80’s it was STOVE TOP STUFFING. I would call my mom while Joey called his MOM and things always seemed to work out perfectly. In the 90’s, it was all about the HOT POCKETS. The United Kingdom lent us their hundred-year recipe for the meal of champions, or what they like to call meat pies. Whatever is good for ROBBIE WILLIAMS is good enough for me. But that was in the 90’s and even though they were great TIMES, they had to inevitably come to an end. Then into the new decade/century/millennium. I was no longer a kid and I was old enough to go to war for this country, so I began to eat adult food. That meant things like Double Doubles, Sourdough Jacks, and BALUT.
But as we all know, life has a way of coming full circle. Although I am no longer I kid, I should probably have one pretty soon. I’m not saying I’m having a kid or anything like that, but I will need to find out the delicious after school snacks Gunther (what I will name my kid) will be allowed to eat. And since I will definitely train Gunther into action sports (preferably INLINE), what better way to do that than to look back at some of our old videos?
These things seem ancient especially with the spastic video quality. The audio in this is so off it often times confuses me. And the music. Let me just suggest maybe taking an E pill to enhance your viewing experience. I think I might have been watching a lot of TRAINSPOTTING when I made this video over a decade ago.
It features some of us Walnut and Diamond bar skaters. These were the later years of skateboarding. When most skaters started driving, the importance of their skateboard became less relevant. Others like Brad and David; they kept it real.
* I know it says “WMD” or Weapons of Mass Destruction. Actually that’s a typo and it will take way to long to re-export this video. So WMD it is. And just so you don’t get confused, Fart was the title of our original skateboard movie. When this came out, everyone just referred to it as Fart II instead of its original title.
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Posted 5 months, 3 weeks ago at 1:47 AM. 5 comments
A few of years ago somewhere in the early part of the last decade, my friend and I moved into an apartment smack in the middle of Hollywood. Out of respect for this roommate, I will not disclose his real name or identity just in case he decides to “run for office someday”. So we will just refer to him as J. Mora. Wait a second that might be too obvious. How about Jon M? Forget it. I’ll just call him J-Mo. J-Mo just moved down here from Northern California and I was coming back to L.A. after taking a 1-year hiatus due to an unsuspected and devastating breakup. Although we were both in our early twenties, (energized, excited, curious, bi-curious?) we were both looking for a new start. There before us was a small problem. We lived in Hollywood. The CAHUENGA part of Hollywood.
J-Mo and I felt like outcasts living amidst the epicenter of the Hollywood SHINY shirt club scene. But you see, we didn’t choose to live in Hollywood. Hollywood chose us.
Fortunately for J-Mo and I, we were offered an incredible deal through a friend who had an extra room in her apartment. One room only for the pair of us. For the price of that one room, J-Mo and I were allowed one twin mattress each to be laid out on the floor of this pseudo crack den. Plus we had our own bathroom. Luckily this living situation would BLOSSOM into something amazing.
Every weekend, the “shiny-shirt” people came into town looking so glistened and ready for a fun night. J-Mo and I made the wise decision not to go out on the weekends. Living in close proximity to everything made going out on weeknights more enjoyable. The bars and clubs were less congested and easier to deal with. We didn’t have to pay for overpriced drinks and the music tends to be better. So this here is just the preface of the story I’m about to tell.
On one particular Wednesday night, J-Mo had the itch to go out and chase chicksl. I knew coming home from a long 12-hour day at work that I definitely did not want to go out. Sleeping sounded much more appealing. But J-Mo insisted that we go out despite nothing very special going on. I was just as adamant about staying home. Then came the name-calling and the “pussy bleeding” remarks. I’m not one to take crap from anybody so I thought to myself, “If he really wants to go out, I’ll definitely make it worth his while. But I’ll make it worth my while even more. Nobody tells me that my pussy is bleeding! Especially J-Mo!!!”
So I acquiesce and decide to make the best of it. We decide to go to a new local club down the street that gets pretty poppin. Plus there were always hot chicks that frequent the place. But that wasn’t what I was after. My sole purpose of wing-manning it with J-Mo was to get him laid.
Right when we got in, I already knew that I wasn’t feeling it. I felt so exhausted at this point but I knew that I had to wake up. I had to make the best of it. We headed to the bar to get a couple beers. I just started pounding my drink. Jon looks at me and sees a down face. He asked me above all loud music, “What’s wrong?” I just shook my head as to say, “What the fuck are we doing here? This is so lame”.
Thankfully, I’m Asian and underweight. Due to me pounding my first beer, I was feeling a tad bit energized. So I ordered another beer. Right when I got it, I had the urge to have fun and screw with J-Mo. So I grabbed the beer and poured it all over J-Mo’s head.
• Back in the day, we used to get really wild in the clubs and bars. So much so that big groups of us would have BEER FIGHTS. That means ordering pints of cheap beer and pouring it on one another. Pouring pitchers of Pabst in one’s pants. Spitting an entire shot of Jose Cuervo in someone’s face. Most of the time, bar tenders would laugh. Many of you reading this would call it stupid. I call it a method of escaping one’s past.
Anyways, J-Mo looked so pissed. Usually we do that to each other near the end of the night when everyone is already tossed and don’t care. But I poured it on his head when we were only 15 minutes in. And a 30 minute hair style down the drain. J-Mo looked pretty miserable. He did look pretty bummed but not bummed enough.
That’s when I went on the prowl to find J-Mo some ass. Not just any woman though. A woman with a big enough personality to match J-Mo’s. I scoured the dance floor until I found the right one. Luckily my search didn’t take very long. On the dance floor, I found a nice girl dancing the two-step all by herself. She was about double J-Mo’s size with great accents in her hair. She had a plethora of color: brown, blond, pink, violet. She was amazing. So I simply walk up to her ear and say, “Hey, my friend over there wants to bone you.” She took a quick glance over in J-Mo’s direction and her eyes lit up like she had just won a game of bingo. I wasted no time in introducing them to each other. J-Mo just stared at me with a confused look on his face. I told her to just dance and that she looked cute next to him. I gave them their privacy while I stepped off to the side to have a good laugh.
Maybe 30-minutes later, I was delighted to find her still with J-Mo. Maybe he actually took a liking to her which is great. So I took the liberty to invite her over for some drinks. J-Mo’s blank stare was a look of disbelief. I knew that what I was doing was jacked up, but I couldn’t help but fulfilling my own guilty pleasure: seeing J-Mo hook up with girls that make him feel uncomfortable. And considering he had not tried even once to get out of the situation, I figured he might have liked her. So in my mind, I figured he thought that I was doing something good for him.
On the entire car ride home, J-Mo was absolutely mute. He didn’t say a word. I personally was just looking forward to getting some much needed sleep on my comfortable twin. That and getting J-Mo laid. But I wasn’t going to be a prick. I avoided any uncomfortable silences by asking the girl about her personal life. “Where do you live? Do you get good grades? Would you like to get J-Mo’s work phone number just in case?” You know, the usual.
As we drove up to our apartment building, I could only anticipate what it would be like walking up to the room. Oddly enough though, J-Mo kind of just disappeared. One second he was there, the next he just sort of dissipated in to thin air. It was very NINJA like. The girl was just as perplexed as I was. I told her not to worry though and that he was most likely upstairs taking a leak.
When we got to the apartment though, J-Mo was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t in the bedrooms or the bathroom. I was very confused. I thought this was what he wanted. So I told the girl to sit tight and hold on while I went to find J-Mo. I offered her a delicious BOONES FARM beverage. She chose the “blue” flavor.
I rushed on out of there looking everywhere. The gym, to the parking lot, to the roof. He couldn’t have gone too far. Lastly I checked the laundry room really quick but he wasn’t there either. That was until I heard a little squeak come from it as I walked away. I flipped on the light switch and there he was hiding beneath the folding area. I told him, “Dude what are you doing here? You’ve got company upstairs now go entertain her!”
After a short back and forth of smack talking, J-Mo reluctantly decided to come up. We agreed that we allow her to finish her Boones and then she must leave.
When we got back up to the room, J-Mo’s girl was lying down on the sofa finishing off what was left of the Boones Farm. I was quite surprised she finished the entire thing. She asked J-Mo if she can have something to sleep in. He replied, “No, you have to go. I have an early day tomorrow.” She looked at me for support. I told her, “Don’t worry. He will see you again tomorrow evening.” I told her that J-Mo would hang out with her for a little while until she sobered up. Luckily J-Mo was cool enough to actually do that. So I let them be in the other room while I resorted to my cozy twin floor mattress.
As I lay there, I said a little prayer…
“Dear God, thank you for making tonight a fun and memorable night. And thank you for making me a great friend. Please make J-Mo honor and cherish his new girlfriend.
Amen.
Then out of the blue I heard a weird noise coming from the living room. I abruptly got up to listen to what it was. It sounded as if someone was charging for the bedroom door. All of a sudden, my bedroom door flings open and pops me in the forehead. It was J-Mo’s girl choking and puking a trail of blue vomitace to our bathroom. I poke around the corner to see J-Mo completely passed out on the sofa. I poke my head the other way to see his girl throwing up all over the bathroom floor. I yell at her, “Into the toilet! Into the toilet!”
She only managed to get the few last drops into the bowl. The rest had puddled all over the bathroom floor. I quickly wake J-Mo up to take care of his girl. He responded, “It’s your problem. You brought her over here and you gave her the Boones”.
Sadly, he was right. I quickly scrubbed the carpets before anything could stain. I did it all while dry heaving in my mouth. It was so sick. The bathroom floor was even worse. The nasty aroma of puke and Boones was so nauseating. I got a really bad headache from cleaning her puke. J-Mo just watched me with joy and she continued to watch him. It was a miserable moments.
I finally got the entire puke trail clean and I told her that she had to go. My head was killing me and I wanted some peace and quiet. She offered me two Tylenol tablets, which I graciously accepted. I gulped them both down with water and headed straight to bed. J-Mo called her a cab and waited outside until she left.
While lying in bed, I replayed all the events back in my head. I was trying to calculate whether or not my maliciousness was worth the puke. What was really odd was that instead of completely passing out, I couldn’t get my mind off what had just happened. I was also feeling really anxious and excited about something even though there was nothing to get excited about. It was very weird. So I concentrated on sleeping because I did have an early morning.
Maybe about 30 minutes later, J-Mo walks in chuckling to himself. I pretend to be asleep but he talks anyway.
J-Mo
You awake. Dude, I know you’re awake.
I didn’t say a word. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about his girl.
J-Mo
Yo, you awake?
I replied with a simple and quiet…
Mike
What?
J-Mo
She just told me about the Tylenol she gave to you.
MIKE
Because I got a headache from cleaning your girlfriend’s puke.
J-Mo
Yeah I know. They aren’t Tylenol.
My ears perked up.
MIKE
What?
J-Mo
You took speed bro.
I roll over in my bed while my eyes suddenly widen.
MIKE
Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkk
J-Mo
And she wants you to pay her back.
The video below is dedicated to J-Mo and our going out theme song. We showed Hollywood that we didn’t need shiny shirts and freshly cut hairdos to fit in. We did it our way.
It was his birthday last month but I couldn’t make it because I had to do my hair. So check out the flashback video of a few years ago.
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Posted 7 months ago at 11:39 AM. 12 comments
You get that feeling when you read a story you wrote 2 years ago and can’t believe you actually submitted it to a teacher. Reading it to yourself is so embarrassing and awful. That feeling you get when you take another listen to the song you created with the very first BAND you were in. It sounds like a poorer version of CREED. Or that feeling you get when you blow the dust off some old photographs and cringe at the unsightly PANTS you used to wear to school. I at one time in my life have felt all of these feelings. And as PAUL THOMAS ANDERSON wrote in one of my favorite films of all time, Magnolia, “We may be through with the past, but the past ain’t through with us.” Ain’t that the truth? Because no matter how much I wanted to bury those old rave photos of me and my friends (mostly just me), I conveniently forgot that I originally made doubles and the same set is lying in a friend’s drawer somewhere bound to surface again at the most inconvenient time. So what better way to defeat fate than by beating it to the punch?
I’m beginning to post some of the older clips of What Mike Saw, which will inevitably count down to the first episode I ever made. These are going back to 2006 when we lived in a different time so that means embarrassing moments, embarrassing dance movies, embarrassing hair. I look like a Filipino IAN BROWN in this. But it’s okay because I enjoy uncomfortable situations.
This clip #7 isn’t quite to that level of embarrassment, yet, but features some shenanigans and a few celebrities. Most of them are B-rate (Tom Green) but none the less, nice to look at. And make fun of.
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Posted 7 months, 2 weeks ago at 6:45 PM. 5 comments
Growing up in WALNUT, I was surrounded by all types of Asians and ORIENTALS. I had a Chinese, Indian, and Paki within my group of skater friends alone. Most of my high school classmates were Chinese and Korean. If I were in more AP classes, they would all be Asian. One of my dad’s best friends was Vietnamese and another from Indonesia. I was part of the Halo Halo club, which is a Filipino-American club run by students. I had also danced in countless DEBUTS. My favorite restaurants in the city were a Thai place and a Japanese place. And maybe a Chinese place too if you count Panda Express.
But despite immersing myself into various Asian cultures, I never knew anyone with a Laotian background. The only thing I knew about Laos was the Laotian family from KING OF THE HILL. That was until NOP came into my life. It was a couple years ago while hanging out at my friend CODY’S housewarming party. Cody introduced me to him saying, “Dude! You’ve got to meet this guy. You two would get along so swell!”
Two years later, I’ve got the equivalent of a doctorate on Laotian culture. But I can attribute most of that to Nop’s best friend Vinh (also from VA). Vinh tends to find obscure ARTICLES on the internet about Laos and forwards them to his friends.
Celebrating your birthday is a special time. Since it comes only once a year, all the focus and attention is on you. So what better way to celebrate your birth than than by dedicating the entire month to you. Don’t mind if anyone else has a birthday in the same month. They can just come along for the ride. That’s what Nopvember is all about and so is the video below.
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Posted 8 months ago at 7:14 PM. 7 comments
Every guy enjoys feeling like a stud. Any boost to our self esteems, especially as we grow OLDER, gives us that extra jolt of much needed TESTOSTERONE. But once in a while, you might find yourself in an extra ordinary situation that is too good to be true. A couple of years ago while hanging out at an outdoor bar in Cebu, I found myself in one of those situations. I almost felt like a George Clooney, or a Matt Damon, or a JUSTIN BIEBER. I was that manly. Plus the situation gave me much needed confidence after I got myself a botched $5 haircut.
So here’s what happened. A few of my friends and I were mesmerized by the magic of a local magician who made rounds to all the people sitting at tables. He was doing David Blaine type magic tricks. Even though I’m more of a CRISS ANGEL fan myself, this guy was pretty entertaining. He even did that one trick that David Blaine does where he pulls thread out of his stomach. That’s great and all but it just didn’t have the same mystique as Cris Angel’s levitation MASTERPIECE.
Anyways, while being completely enthralled with the Filipino David Blaine, I hear a voice call my name in the distance. ”Mike!” Knowing that I have a very common name, I didn’t bother to turn my head. Not with the amazingness going on right in front of me.
Then I hear the same voice again, but this time they said, “Hey Mike! Mike from L.A!” This time I knew it had to be me so I turn my head. I could hardly believe my eyes. Before me in the distance were about 5-6 very beautiful, very stacked, Filipina girls dressed quite provocatively.
I walked over to them as cool as the stud I thought I was. I probably looked more like URKEL, but whatever. These chicks were calling out my name. As I get up to them, they all introduce themselves to me. They were acting like giddy, 16-year-old high school girls. It was pretty awesome.
I sat down with the group of them to have a drink. One by one, they introduce themselves to me. Where they are from, how old they are, and their occupation. It was very innocent and friendly. But and as time goes by and as the drinks go down, they all begin to loosen up. I mean really loosen up. As one girl had the courage (for some reason) to show me her breast implants, they all begin to show me their breasts implants. I couldn’t believe it. They actually pulled each boob out of their shirt in the middle of this bar as if I’m there to judge them. I actually felt really ashamed to tell you the truth. I was in so much shock, I didn’t even have the mental capacity to think of pulling out my video camera. I’m sure they would have loved some camera time.
Then the party really started. After getting my own personal boob show, they began making me touch their boobs by grabbing my hand and placing it accordingly. It had to be one of the most surreal moments of my entire life. One of them even tried to shove my face into her bosom. That’s when I thought to myself, “Okay, these are definitely prostitutes. I’m out of here”. Read the rest of my awesomely bizarre experience after the video below.
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Posted 8 months, 1 week ago at 10:40 PM. 9 comments
For those kids living in Southern California (I prefer to call it SOCAL), we all grew up during our prepubescent years hearing rumors of a fantasy world where you can drink under the age of 21. It was a place where lawlessness is common and if you’re lucky, you might be able to catch a DONKEY SHOW. You can live out all your fantasies in this one incredible place, thought to have existed only in Tommy Lee’s METHODS OF MAYHEM song lyrics. The next morning, it’s not extra ordinary to wake up in a random hotel room next to a girl named STARLA while the VENGABOYS is bumping in the background. You stink of Jose Cuervo, which was pumped down your throat by some dude named Luis with a whistle in his mouth.
I personally was never fascinated by these stories. They sounded horrific to tell you the truth. It sounded like a really big high school party with no sign of parents anywhere. But that’s just because I didn’t realize how fun they were until later on.
The footage below is a glimpse of what my friend Adam and I experienced in some random bar in TJ. This wasn’t one of those bars on REVOLUTION ST. either so that meant not as many tourists. We were on or way down to Mexico City but decided to stop by TJ to visit some friends first. While the drug problem still runs rampant today, this video took place during the early stages of cracking down on the Mexican drug trade. This was around the time when dead bodies of Federali’s were popping up everywhere. Sad thing is, they still are.
The AFI’s would randomly search local bars and clubs by abruptly cutting the music while their dogs sniff out drugs. And as a word of advice, don’t try to pet the dogs and tell them how cute they are. The AFI will rough you up just as they did me.
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Posted 8 months, 3 weeks ago at 1:44 PM. 12 comments
I honestly can’t stand cops. I try to give them the benefit of the doubt knowing that our communities need police enforcement but time and time again, you hear a story of some cop with a name like “Hawkins” or “Gutierrez” with a blatant display of abusing power. Since my skateboarding days when I was a prepubescent HUNK, cops would always hassle us. Rarely have I ever seen a cop protect and serve the public. All they are good for is to feed into their own egos and do each other’s HAIR to look cool. In fairness, there have been times when I’ve witnessed police assist people stuck on the side of the road (excluding me) and there were a few cops who let my friends and I off with a warning while skating Walnut High School (home of the MUSTANGS). But they are definitely overshadowed by policeman who really don’t care about your safety, and care more about their quotas.
Now due to the state’s budget crisis with an economy going to HELL, you probably noticed more and more cops on the roads along with those cute ticket OFFICERS cruising around marking everybodys’ tires. More enforcements on the streets aren’t because of rising crime rates but rather to make money off citizens like you and I for petty infractions like jaywalking or bumping Reggaeton music from our cars. Okay fine if you break the law, but the city is willing to extract every last penny they possibly can out of that one violation. A few weeks ago, I got ticketed for parking at a meter after 4PM, which is rush hour time. Actually I deserved that ticket because I too hate it when people use up valuable lane space while I’m trying to rush home to catch the tail end of FAMILY MATTERS. But then here comes the tow truck out of nowhere to take my car to the impound lot. The meter maid was a total prick. But I got the tower to let my car go, but for 200 bones. I asked him, “Hey, you guys are doing this because the city is broke, right?” He just responded with a slight shake of the head yes. That was the most expensive Subway sandwich I have ever bought.
I expect predators to come out of large banks and corporations to squeeze money out of people, but it makes me feel ill to see the same practices coming from our government.
This “What Mike Saw” is dedicated to everyone who has received a ticket for something really crappy. In this episode, you will see a glimpse of how I managed to magically turn a $50 texting ticket, into a $900 headache. I don’t think I will ever talk shite to a cop again. Fucking assholes. Plus this episode has its share of trouble, throw-up, Hollywood parties, boobs, skating, and so on.
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Posted 9 months, 1 week ago at 2:45 PM. 13 comments
