For the last five years I believed my friend, Michael Harkins, was dead. His doctor gave him six months to live. Two weeks ago he called me out of the blue. It’s a miracle! I met Michael when he was fifteen. My friend Nancy and I stopped at the Harkin’s house on Skyline Blvd. to buy some pot. We were on our way to L.A. to attend Zorthian’s birthday party. Those were the days. LSD was legal. Sadly, Michael told me Brian Purvis had died. He and my mother had a thing for each other – for years!
I told Michael about the struggle I was having with prostate cancer, that my doctors told me is aggravated by stress. I had a severe bleeding incident after having to use a catheter every day. My doctor talked about putting a permanent tube in my stomach! Then, Dr. Brembe came into my life. My service cat helped calm me down during this crisis. I made the mistake of reading all of Tom Snyder’s evil biography that demonizes THE DEAD!
What Michael did for me was let me know my sister, Vickie Presco, lied when she showed us the suede coat she said Christine was wearing when she ended up in the ocean. This is not possible! Six months ago I conducted a test.
In the Pinecone, Vicki suggests they go to town to rent fishing poles. Michele, told me the wind was very strong that morning. She had breakfast with the ex-police chief of Pismo Beach, and they both commented on the wind. Michele worked at the Defense Language Studies. Her husband was shot down over North Vietnam. She was OUR perfect witness. She invited us to come over when we went to Rocky Point, but, we didn’t have time. Perhaps we can find time and alas close the case – with a written report? It is reported Vicki saying it was safe down in that hole, and four others said this could not be the truth.
With my new discoveries about the Swan Brethren who had blood ties to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and artistic ties to Hieronymus Bosch, Rosamond’s fame is no longer paramount. Liz and I are in the Getty family tree, as is Ian Flemming, via Tabitha Getty. A new series about the Getty family is coming out.
Thank you for being in my corner, Brembe!
Vickie Presco didn’t tell me my father and mother were dying, thus, I did not get to say goodbye, because, Michael and I could not buy Vickie’s lies! What kind of monsters are these people, who conceal the truth via DEATH several deaths! People are prone to come clean on their death bed.
I thought Keith Purvis was dead, but, he came back to California from Thailand to live in his mother’s trailer that Brian had inherited. Tom Snyder says Christine turned on every lover who tried to help her. Keith and my late sister were an item. While waiting to see my new therapist I read exerts from Mark’s, Garth’s, and Vicki’s evil biography of our late sister. Here are the words of Scott Hale, Christine’s live-in lover who takes credit for much of her success – at such a cost! (page 52)
“She had me cornered. I was trying to reason with her and get away before things got out of hand. She kept coming at me, and the bed was right there, so I finally whapped her. And it was like Bozo the clown. She bounced off the bed as if nothing had happened, and just kept right on coming. I was finally able to get around and out of the room, and years later I asked her if she remembered me slapping her during that episode. She had no memory of it whatever.”
My siblings got to read the rough draft. Snyder depicts Vicki as her only confident.
“Mood swings?” Scott asks. “Wow. I’ll say. Christine really was in a state of unreality some of the time. It was kind of strange. Christine quixotic and beautiful, though she didn’t photograph well. She was a character too. And there was always high drama around her.”
Sounds to me there was some editing, and Scott said “all of the time”. Of course I have been depicted as being “unreal”. Thank God I got friends like Harkins! There is no REAL death scene for this famous artist.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2018
Brembe ‘The Life Saver’
My service cat, Brembe, tried to save my life yesterday. My shower curtain was open a bit, and he saw me. His eyes became wide with alarm. Water was rolling off me. My hair was dripping. He came towards the tub. He was trying to talk to me. His mouth was opening and closing. He came closer. I told him everything was fine. He backed away, not taking his eyes off me.
Brembe came into my life two weeks after my bleeding incident I mention in my last post where I thought I was going to die. We take a walk each night which is good for my diabetes. He won’t use his litter box after seeing all the dog owners taking their dogs out to do their business. I was talking to a dog owner walking her dog, and, there is Brembe squatting while her dog looked on.
He put his paw in my med box, saw to it I had food, tries to pick up that pen. When I told him how much I love him. he moved his mouth, and tried to speak. Warning, the bottom pics are graphic. Brembe would take a pee when I did, and even a poop. He wants to be human.
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
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