Living Hell In La La Land

When I saw the image of the La La Lovers climbing up that hill, I was reminded of our third date, when she took me to meet Jazz Great, Les McCann. Marilyn and I were fifteen and sixteen. I was forced to go to Baptist Church, and later, three Billy Graham meeting at the LA Coliseum, at night, when it was supposed to be………cooler! It was not, due to the body heat of a hundred thousand people. These who braved the 100 degree heat in the day, were given these Chinese hats. Folks were carried out with heat stroke.

Billy was working to Teen Boner thing, sucking our need to be sexual beings down in the hole he was in. It was a freak show. I was embarrassed for everyone who got trapped in this bowl.

This is a friggen desert!

Marilyn and her mother had no acceptance for me being a Catholic. Only in the last five years did I get a clue why my conversion was so essential in the Godfrey scheme of things. Forget about the Sisters of the Order of Saint Francis who wanted to spread out, and overcome the heathens, too! Wearing heathen hats, is a scream! Heat Scream! To be involved in the Black Jazz scene of LA, was not on my agenda. In my musical I will have The Heathen Hat Dancers.

Skateboarding With Broken Hand

Posted on February 28, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press

Here I am skateboarding on Easter Sunday. I have a cast on my hand that I broke punching a wall at Kathy’s house after Marilyn told me she slept with a twenty-four year old Jet-Setter from Germany. I was seventeen. Marilyn had just turned my age. Kathy was twenty-four. She was Mayor Yorty’s ex-Girl Friday who he fired because she refused to screw his political opponents and get information out of them. Marilyn was baby-sitting Kathy’s child. Arnold Palmer would come over. I had failed to go down and be saved by Billy Graham, and was forbidden to see Marilyn. Kathy took us to a club in Hollywood. When a gay guy on stage bought drinks for M and Kathy, I walked out. M and her mother would drive around Hollywood in the German’s Thunderbird.

I am on my cousin Rand’s skateboard. He is dressed like a surfer, a Beach Boy. That’s Vicki with her “I deserve it all.” look. She believes she is the only sane child of Vic and Rosemary who used their youngest to undermine her older siblings who had given up on the idea of Presco Family Sanity. Not Vicki. With the help of her alcoholic parents, she worked her sibling, began to put our gifts in her pile. This is how she ended with the Creative Rosamond Legacy even though she can not draw a simple stick-figure. Our uncle knew Walter and Margaret Keane. Jim Bigalow owned several Keanes, and had them over for dinner.

That’s Marilyn in the bottom photo holding up a bottle of Sea&Ski. She is thirteen and doing some minor modeling. She is very hot. M knows it is a lie that Rosemary forced Christine to draw in a closet. M fell in love with me forever when she saw my Albino Girl with Albino Greyhound with purple background that I did at fifteen. They were from another world.

That’s Jane Mansfield on the stage. M would become good friends with her daughter, Baby Jane. I attended three Billy Graham meetings. I wanted to shoot him because I thought he was dangerous, another Hitler.

M introduced me to Jazz Artist, LesMcCann. Les’s wife was a white torch singer he met in France. We were so out of the box that we would never fit back in. This is why Vicki ‘The Mole’ is grinning ear to ear. She knows her ‘I am the Sane One’ strategy is a winning one. She used it on my seventeen year old daughter after she came into my life.

Jon Presco