MFM Minisode 422

This is exactly right.

Something unexpected happened after Jeremy Scott confessed to killing Michelle Schofield in Bone Valley Season 1. Every time I hear about my dad, it's, oh, he's a killer.
He's just straight evil. I was becoming the bridge between Jeremy Scott and the son he'd never known.
At the end of the day, I'm literally a son of a killer.

Listen to new episodes of Bone Valley Season 2 starting April 9th on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. My favorite murder Hello! And welcome to My Favorite Murder, the minisode.
That's right. Yes.
Um. Do you want to go for it? Oh, wait.
It's me? It's me. It's you? Let me go.
Watch this. The subject line of this email is lies from my mom hometown request.
Helly, my ladies. H-E-L-L-Y.
Helly, my ladies. Okay.
Intentional? Perhaps. I love the request about lies you found out that your parents had told to keep you from getting into trouble.
And this lie was discovered because of MFM. I am an almost Christmas baby born on the 22nd.
And anytime there was an option for a birthday party when I was small, I always wanted to go to showbiz pizza. And then it says, this was Chuck E.
Cheese before it was Chuck E. Cheese.
And side note, do yourself a favor and watch the documentary about the Rockafire explosion.

Do you know this?

No. The band? Yeah, the animatronic band that played in the restaurants.
Yes. It's worth your time.
I've seen that a million years ago, but yes, it's totally worth your time. The documentary? Yeah.
Anywho, because of having to compete with Jesus for attention around that time of year, I was typically granted my request to have a party there. I was also the first to shove any other birthday party invite into my mom's face when it was going to be held at showbiz.
One day, my mom told this story about how they were investigating showbiz because a little girl was kidnapped there, and the kidnappers took her to the bathroom, chopped off her hair, and put boy clothes on her, and they still hadn't found her. Gasp.
Of course, this scared me to death, and I loved my long hair, and I didn't want to be kidnapped. The horror.
So we never went back again. Oh, my God.
Fast forward. I am a day one MFM listener.
And then it's parentheses. It says love you guys.
Seriously. And one day, this story creeps back into my brain.
I start internet sleuthing about my hometown. Time of year, showbiz, did they find her? The list goes on.
Nothing. I'm thinking that it was just solved quickly or something.
And given the early 90s and lack of online inquiries, it wasn't a big deal. Come to find out, my mother, sweet Cynthia, made the entire story up so we wouldn't ever have to go back to showbiz.
Cynthia, are you fucking kidding? You induced childhood trauma. Are you kidding? Oh, it says, are you kidding me? Oh, because we're all, we all can't, we're all.
Yes. What the fuck?

Well, it's, you know what I mean?

I think Cynthia was like, we need to slice this clean off.

I cannot go and listen to that animatronic band play one more time.

Totally, like feel for the mom.

I get it.

But there's like.

It's pretty extreme.

Yeah.

I casually asked her one day about the details and she said, oh yeah, that wasn't true.

I just hated going to that loud germ infested pit. Cynthia.
Thank you, mom. Thank you.
Not only for the mental scarring of having my hair chopped off, but of also robbing me of shitty pizza and child casino games for penny prizes. SSDGM and always question your mother, Taryn, Louisville, Kentucky.
It's just so extreme. Yeah, it is is because I remember that was like urban legend yeah but it was one where I'm sure it was based in some yeah distant thing but I remember my aunt Jo telling me that whereas like they were in Kmart and she wasn't it was always a friend right and then like they had to all of a sudden they were locking the doors never had to stay there and then there was a missing child and when they found the child there were it was in a stranger's arms cut chopped off dyed hair to like look yeah to sneak out like a boy wow so that must have been like a 80s 90s yeah oh that's just chilling so scary okay here's another scary Classic hometown, hitchhiking murders plus some coincidences.

Hello, love you guys.

I'm a doctor who did my residency training during the pandemic, and all I can say is please get your vaccines.

While I was in training, I told my team the story, and the room got very quiet and awkward, and I realized there was no murderino to be found.

But I thought you guys might appreciate it.

That's such a sad feeling when you're just like, oh, wait, nobody? Okay, I'll take this somewhere else. Like no one knows how to respond to this.
And I just made it awkward. Yeah.
So my mom's brother was a very popular, all around good guy who spent his summer in Europe in the 70s, where hitchhiking was totally normal. When he got back to the States, he kept hitchhiking.
Him and a friend, we'll call them Joe and Jim, were hitchhiking back to their car after an Oakland A's game when the people in the car, who were very high on drugs, stabbed both of them multiple times and left them for dead. My uncle Joe didn't make it, but his friend did survive.
Oh, my God. Fucking crazy.
The killers were caught days later when they were

bragging about the murders at a party. My mom went to their court things and they went to prison for a very long time.
Cut to a couple of years ago, my mom was at church and she sees all cap her brother's killer signing books at a table. He had gotten out of prison, written a book on recidivism and was signing it at my mom's church.

Ultimately, my mom wrote to him to say she forgives him, and if he ever wants to chat, she's open to it, but he never responded. This murder really took a toll on my family.
Even though it happened before I was born, it gives me some insight into generational trauma and why my mom is generally pretty anxious, but also a badass bitch.

Thank you for all you do to promote mental and physical health.

Love you guys.

XOXO, Naomi.

Just so like unexpected, kind of out of, to be in church, first of all, and then see

that person that you think is just like.

The grace it took to not just fucking start screaming and hitting that person.

Right.

Well, and then to write a letter and say, like, I forgive you is a huge deal.

and then to write a letter and say, like, I forgive you is a huge deal. And then to have that just kind of ignored.
Yeah. Yeah.
Wow. Yeah.
Something unexpected happened after Jeremy Scott confessed to killing Michelle Schofield in Bone Valley season one. I just knew him as a kid.
Long, silent voices from his past came forward. And he was just staring at me.
And they had secrets of their own to share. Gilbert King, I'm the son of Jeremy Lynn Scott.
I was no longer just telling the story. I was part of it.
Every time I hear about my dad, it's, oh, he's a killer. He's just straight evil.
I was becoming the bridge between a killer and the son he'd never known. If the cops and everything would have done their job properly, my dad would have been in jail.
I would have never existed. I never expected to find myself in this place.
Now, I need to tell you how I got here. At the end of the day, I'm literally a son of a killer.
Bone Valley, Season 2. Jeremy.
Jeremy, I want to tell you something. Listen to new episodes of Bone Valley, Season 2, starting April 9th on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.
And to hear the entire new season ad-free with exclusive content starting April 9th, subscribe to Lava for Good Plus on Apple Podcasts. I'm going to take a little left turn, please.
I'm not going to read you the subject line. It says, Hey, howdy, hey.
My first year out of college, I was waiting tables because what better way to put that $250,000 degree to good use. Needless to say, all my income was in cold, hard cash.
And in order to prevent myself from spending, and I was too lazy to take it to the bank every few days, I would hide the money all over the place. But I needed one concise place to keep my rent money since I needed to be sure how much I had.
And if I needed to wear my rent money shorts to my next shift. Wow.
So she'd like put it in a pair of shorts. Like, don't forget to take the rent money out of their shorts before you wear them.
No, no, no. No, she had to put it in a place that was like safe.
So it's like you're hiding money everywhere. You'll never spend this money because that's the rent money.
Like never tap into that. Okay.
And then if that's too low, she puts on her short shorts and goes to work and gets better tips. Okay.
Now I get it. Rent money.
Now I get it. I mean, that's how I'm interpreting it.
Obviously I couldn't hide it in the sock drawer or envelopes in my desk. So where to put it? Enter the tissue box.
I got one of my square tissue boxes, carefully took out all the tissues out in their perfectly folded stack and place my... Oh no.
bedroom was completely ransacked dresser drawers tossed on the floor everything in my closet pulled off the racks my mattresses pushed off the frame i broke into a cold sweat but there on my nightstand not even moved in the slightest was my tissue box and in the bottom every dollar of my rent the only thing missing was a jar i kept all my coins in maybe twenty dollars worth stay sexy and don't touch my tissues jess oh i thought she was gonna say she someone threw the box away at the end of it but like me and my dad yeah butter box yeah still so mad about that wow that's uh who smart smart and lucky yes the problem is I was doing I started hiding cash during quarantine because it was that thing of like yeah what is right whatever there was all. There was all those weird kind of like the world is going to change over.
It's going to run out and we're going to need. Yeah, I remember that.
Of course, I didn't like write down. Like I was like, here's a really vague manila envelope.
I'll put it in here. You have no idea.
No idea. But I'll find it one day when I clean that drawer out.
But totally still there. It's just or like, did I spend it in it like a weird? I'm not sure.
But then it's like, and then I put it other places where I'm just like, is it over here? Like the worst person to be doing that trick. Yeah, I'd lose it.
Oh, well, hey, here's a coincidence. This one's called The World is My Money Boost.
It just starts, Not a murder and not a sinkhole, but a glitch in the matrix that I've been benefiting from and I want to brag about it in your voices. I live in Chicago and I find money on the ground all the time.
Not just quarters or useless pennies, but 20s, 10s, and even a $50 bill. I'll be out walking, on a run, or commuting via my bike, and I'll find money.
Here's a list of fines in the past year. Yes, yes, yes, for this email, yes.
A crisp $5 bill at the busy six-corner intersection in the Wicker Park neighborhood as I was rushing to cycle to my physical therapy appointment. I was five minutes late, but my therapist just laughed when I told her why.
On a run some beautiful Saturday morning, and I spotted a $20 bill that was missing a large piece after having gone through a lawnmower. I paused on my run to take it to the bank to see if I could exchange it.
Despite missing most of the middle top half, it still had a serial number, and I was able to leave the bank with a fresh one. I think it's more than one corner that's missing or something like that.
That's what I heard, but that could be wrong. I'd love to get a graph about exactly how much you need.
How fucked up does your bill have to be? What if you walk in with the serial number? Yeah. Just a little circle of paper.
Yeah. Literally four days before the damaged 20, I found a different $20 bill in the middle of an intersection as I was biking home.
I had worried my new sunglasses tint would obscure my talent, but they didn't. I think it might be Chicago.
People just fucking losing money. Drunk.
Is it like, do you find this on Sundays and Mondays? Right, right. Because, yeah.
Last winter, while walking into the entrance of Zoo Lights with my husband and stepson, there was a gust of wind and a pile of leaves went by. I shouted, there's money.
I snatched up a $50 bill. We had a fun night from that.
It paid for our admission. We rode the Ferris wheel and my stepson got a toy.
Hell yes. At this point, it's been happening to me for about 15 years.
It either irritates my family and friends or they just shake their heads at me. So last year, I decided to pay it forward and I ran the Chicago Marathon on a charity team.
From my skill set, I raised $47 from ground scores alone. Ground scores.
I don't know what that means. Scoring money on the ground.
That's amazing. It's not my money and I figured it should go to a no-kill animal shelter instead.
Nice. That's amazing.
We all have our superpowers and mine is finding money or useful things. I found a North Face fleece, a Bluetooth speaker as well.
Fuck. So take that mental health walk, put your phones on to not disturb, look around and you never know what treasures might be waiting for you.
My hopeful next find is a kitten. Aaliy Oh, Aaliyah.
You're a lucky, lucky person. Wishing you the cat distribution system works in your favor.
I mean, got to. Yeah, Chicago, littered with kittens.
I'm just trying to think of like that. I feel like I have been a lucky person, not in the times of like, I've never like won won contests or anything like that but I do feel like I've it's the thing I think we talked about it I used to go when I was really broke I would just get up and go through my coat pockets and my all the pockets and my clothes in my closet and I would always end up finding $25 $20 $10 yeah so I wonder if there is a something about the looking yeah brings it to just like yeah manifesting it makes you notice it it's still going to be there for anyone but you're the one who'd been thinking about it unless we live in the matrix and they're like sure you can have $10 if you tap in fucking do it come on then okay lasty for me okay the subject line of email is, Aretha Franklin elbowed me at the buffet line.

Hello, Karen, Georgia, and everyone at Exactly Right.

I just listened to episode 460 about Mary Jones, and it brought me so much joy.

That was the, Mary Jones was the Aretha Franklin impersonator.

Oh, yeah.

So good.

And it brought me so much joy because it reminded me of the time Aretha franklin elbowed me at a buffet line it sounds like someone explaining their dream yes completely yes it is a dream it was 2010 and i was living in new york city having recently earned my master's in publishing from columbia well well well well we got smarty pants. Well, well, well.
Okay. The publishing world was collapsing.
Magazines were folding. Suddenly no one was hiring and I was scraping by with any job I could get, living on food stamps and feeling increasingly panicked that I'd have to abandon my dreams, go back to my hometown of Albuquerque and probably switch careers.
Okay. Sorry we said well, well, well at you.
Never mind. I'm saying we, but it was me.
In the midst of all the turmoil, I managed to land a gig as a freelance red carpet reporter. And because I got paid per quote, you'd better believe I shoved my way past every camera person and had no time for feeling starstruck because every celebrity I talked to meant I could survive in the city a little longer.
Wow, what a hustle. Yeah, badass.
It was a crazy job and I constantly got hit in the head by camera equipment, but it was amazing because you don't think about that danger on the red carpet. But it was amazing because I met so many incredible people and had access to some seriously exclusive events.
The most memorable experience had to be when I was tasked with covering the spring benefit concert and awards ceremony at the Apollo Theater on June 14th, 2010, honoring none other than the Queen of Soul herself, who performed that night and was inducted into the Apollo Legends Hall of Fame. I mean, God, just the electricity of being at a place like time yeah yeah i grew up listening to her music and i was beyond excited to go which every i'm sure person in that building was like going and saying after a star-studded red carpet where i got enough quotes to tie me over for another month i love that i know it's Wow.
It's very satisfying.

It sounds like a book, like pretty good, doesn't it? Before I had a chance to do or say anything, she walked ahead, nudging and hugging people here and there, stopping to make brief conversation. Oh, she disappeared after that,

but I know it happened for sure

because the people in front of me turned around

and we all squealed in pure joy.

Oh my God.

I loaded my plate, went back for seconds

and at some point floated back to my tiny apartment

to send in my work,

feeling more love toward New York than ever.

I ended up getting a job at InStyle soon after that.

And though I'm back in Albuquerque

these days, I'm here willingly and happily and still work in publishing. I'd like to think that

on that day, a little bit of Aretha's magic rubbed off on me, giving me a very needed boost to keep

going. I listened to you since the early days and my sister and nieces and I love you.
Thank you so

much for all you do. And please stay safe during those crazy fires in LA.A.
S-S-D-G-M and R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Monica.
That's good. Monica.
Wow. Oh, what a moment.
What a moment in life. Yeah.
Just like just hustling. You got yourself there.
You're asking good enough questions that you keep getting rehired yeah and it's like a month-to-month thing like you don't know what the fuck's gonna happen next month anything can happen just gotta keep on trying and then suddenly i honestly thought it was gonna be like i just figured because you know you i've seen a lot of clips of aretha franklin where she's kind of like she's very like blasé blasé and like it has to go out on the step and repeat to take pictures and throws her purse and her fur down in a corner. Like she's just like eye roll.
Yeah. So I could totally see it be just like out of my way.
This is my show. Right.
But instead she's like. Let me give this chick a moment that she's going to remember.
She knows. She knows.
She knows. She knows.
That's true. So classy.
True queen behavior. She's like, aren't we all having fun with right my party here's something to tell people when you get home tonight oh my god so jealous i want to end on that one it was so good but i have a quick my quick last one yeah okay they're all good it's sweet you'll like it yeah okay it's called you're in our love story oh hi karen and georgia what am i even doing right now feeding my baby while listening to my favorite podcast and then it says, wouldn't it be funny if I said it wasn't yours? Yes, it would be.
It's called Smart List. I thought I might share why you're partially to thank for my daughter being here at all.
I met my partner while working in the same building, and we bonded over many things, including being murderinos. On our first date, I opened the door and instead of flowers,

he was holding your book. He remembered I had wanted to read it and I was immediately smitten.
After falling in love, buying a home, blending our family and being told I couldn't have more kids, here I sit feeding our nine-month-old baby Cheerios while we listen to Rewind episodes. If you read that right, it looks like the baby's name is Cheerios, which I think is That would be hilarious.

Feeding our nine-month-old baby Cheerios.

But it's feeding our nine-month-old baby. Listen to Rewind episodes.
If you read that right, it looks like the baby's name is Cheerios, which I think is fucking hilarious.

Feeding our nine-month-old baby Cheerios.

But it's feeding our nine-month-old baby Cheerios.

Listen to Rewind episodes.

Thank you for forever being a part of our love story and giving my guy the little boost of confidence it took to land a hottie like me.

Yes, girl. Stay sexy and hope that babies can understand what you're listening to.

Love, Alyssa. Oh, Aly lissa that was a perfect last email i know and isn't doesn't this come out around valentine's day sweet perfect runner-up for valentine's day yeah hey send us your love stories whatever they may be that's so sweet i know that's so weird shout out to Alyssa's husband.
Yeah, good job, dude.

Yeah.

Hey, thanks for listening.

Alyssa's husband.

Alyssa's husband especially.

And Cheerio especially.

Oh my God, Cheerio.

We're so proud of you, Cheerio.

Send us your emails at myfavoritemurder at Gmail.

Thanks for all your stories.

We appreciate you.

Stay sexy. And don't get murdered.

Goodbye. Elvis, do you want a cookie? This has been an Exactly Right production.
Our senior producer is Alejandra Keck. Our editor is Aristotle Acevedo.
This episode was mixed by Liana Squalachi. Email your hometowns to myfavoritemurder at gmail.com.

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