My Father – The Patato Chip Pirate

When I see George Clooney on the silver screen, I see my father, whom I was afraid of when I was very young. He was dark and brooding, he never letting his children see him smile. He was sick – and dangerous! In the top photo you can see the fear in my mother and his mother’s eyes. That is some body-language. Victor has taken his mother and wife hostage.

“To the Victor goes the spoils.”

Melba has come to visit her grandchildren on San Sebastian Avenue. These two mothers are blaming each other for Victor’s misanthropy. My father is a sociopath who hid behind his wife and children as he bucked the system, committed acts of fraud, and used alcohol as a means to terrorize everyone around him. Vic learned to drink aboard ship when he was in the Merchant Marines. He boxed aboard ship. He told me he employed Jack London’s character, Wolf Larson, as a father-figure, he wanting Mark and I to grow up – tough! Larson dispised the human species because they were weak! Mark Presco hates parasitical humanity. Consider the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. Vic and Mark were neo-Nazis who formed the new Wolf Pack.

Misanthropy is the general hatred, mistrust or disdain of the human species or human nature. A misanthrope, or misanthropist is someone who holds such view or feeling.

Jack London was an oyster pirate in his early teens, he working out of the Oakland extuary where I lived on a houseboat, and my sail boat. When Christine became rich and famous she went food shopping as often as she could. It was her compulsion. She would come home with bags of groceries, and when her maid told her there was no room in the frig, Christine ordered her to throw the old food – out!

When I got sober and was in therapy, I wrote about the “Food Abuse” we Presco children experienced while growing up. We were deliberately kept hungry because we were at the core of Vic and Rosemary’s great argument, being, we would not go hungry if Vic did not get a job. This Food Scare was Rosemary’s propaganda, Vic telling me Rosemary wanted to “wear the pants in the family” by going out and getting a real job while Victor hatched yet another scheme to strike it rich in the food industry. At seven and eight years of age, Mark and I spent our summer vacations working for Victor’s produce company ‘Acme Produce’ located in an old Victorian wearhouse on Fourth Street in Jack London Square. We were paid a dollar a day. When Rosemary filed for divorce, Captain Victim emptied his sons account of about $200 hundred dollars each.

Rosemary lost her mind and saw herself as Scarlett O’Hara in the movie Gone With The Wind, that suggests Scarlett may had resorted to prostitution in order to get a square meal. Even after my mother made porno movies for Big Bones Remmer, she did not buy us enough food. In 1962, Mark, Rick, Bill, and I sewed special pockets in our coats and engaged in shoplifting when we went shopping with Rosemary. We stole food, lightbulbs, toothpaste, shampoo, and soap. The world famous artist, Rosamond, was raised on stolen food, a fact the Art Pirates failed to capture in their two biographies in order to enrich themselves at my familes expence.

Vic made a loan to Jack London’s daughter and in gratitude she allowed him to choose a autographed first edition on her shelf.

“What book did you pick?” I asked my father.

“Martin Eden.” answered Vic, who now informed he Jack was one of his heroes because he was a self-made man.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

George Sterling, Mary Austin, Jack London and Jimmie Hooper on the beach at Carmel,

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