Terrible Place To Live

When I complained to the manager about Kim Hafner kicking and abusing Clark, I told her this is one of the worst places I ever lived. When I lived in Sacramento I confronted Sunny Barger’s ex-wife about selling drugs. I told Barger’s son to tell his mother to knock it off. Three days later the owner helped get my belongings on a Greyhound because the Hell’s Angels were coming for me. I moved back to Oregon. He helped find a new home for my cat, Greyhaven who used to walk with me when I made my rounds.

I had declared myself the ‘Manager’. This was North Sac. Whore’s did their tricks on my patio furniture. I picked up used condoms all the time. Cheryl’s and Hafner’s threats are historic. I was working on a painting of Christine and I for the Mayor’s show, when I heard her dog barking at Clark.

Then there is the butchering of a little puppy in Boston. I had taken the Mafia to court for six months. I am going to send this article to the Mayor of Springfield.

John Presco

Defying the Boston Mafia



Here is my cat, Greyhaven. We lived in Sacramento. He used to follow me around. He was a big cat, and walked like a lion. That is his play-buddy.





On September 28, 2018 at 5;00 P.M. I saw Kim Hafner get off her bench, walk 15 feet, and kick Clark in his hindquarters. He was lying down. This beautiful Siamese cat did not see her coming.  Clark ran twenty feet into our drive. Another neighbor had just tried to pet Clark. I asked this person to let Clark come up and visit me.

Hafner then told me she is going to disappear Clark. I told her he has an owner. She said she would take him to his owners who I talked to. The wife told me to let her know if she does it again. I now suspect Hafner disappeared Brembe. She said Clark doesn’t belong here, and I don’t belong here. I am a Senior Citizen who is being harassed.

I beseech my neighbors to help prevent ANIMAL ABUSE!

John Presco

Apt. 206







Above is me in 1971. I lived on Beacon Hill in this apartment building. I had unlimited guts. I took on the whole world.

In 1971 my attorney told those who refused to move out of our home on 40 Anderson Street, a four story building on Beacon Hill, to move to the top floor for our safety. I was in a legal battle with the brother-in-law of the head of Boston’s Mafia, and they were losing. This guy was a top-notch attorney. The owner of the grocery store down the street who liked me, said;

“They want their building back. They will hurt you.”

When I heard the door being kicked in on the main floor, I rushed downstairs to find the door to the old managers apartment knocked off its hinges. Then I heard the awful sound of the squatter’s three month old black lab having its throat cut. I shouted;

“Get out there!”

There was silence, and then this question;

“Are you the manager?”

“Yes! Get out!”

“You come in here!”
“We got something for you!” said the second voice.

When I refused, they came out carrying bloody knives. I stood my ground. Just them, Shaheb let out a long blast from his horn. He was on the steps with three of my neighbors. These demons folded their knives, walked passed me with smirks on their face, and were out the door. I rushed to find the puppy. I almost fainted when I saw its blood smeared on every wall. I went in search of her and found her body stuffed behind the toilet. I picked her up. She was still warm. I began to cry. I began to wipe her blood off the walls before her owners came home. When they did, I was still crying because it was my vanity, our vanity, that killed her. She was completely innocent. She didn’t have a clue about the battle for the building she lived in. She was happy. She was horrified by the cruelty inflicted on her. I will forever hear her cries.

We won our case. No one likes killers of puppies. Not ever the mob bosses. This is when Shaheb told me he was considering getting guns to fight for the building that was sold in auction to a family construction company who never made the changes they said they were. It took all the light I could muster to talk Shaheb out of a armed stand-off.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014









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1 Response to Terrible Place To Live

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    I went and saw my Doctor today. The idea that I might have to movie to save my health came up.

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