Envelope – please. And, the Winner – is?

When I was fifteen years of age, I was deeply loved by two very beautiful women. One was my sister Christine, who was fourteen, and the other was Marilyn, who was six months younger than me. The three of s went to University High School in Los Angeles. What I loved at the time, was, Art. I was deeply in love with the creative process, and, Art loved me. It gave me a sorely needed identity. My narcissistic parents were extremely stingy in this area. Art was my shield, and my sanctuary. Art consoled me.

At the Emerald Art Center I showed my First Love the Presco Family photo I beheld for the first time two days ago.

“It’s all here! The story. Vic told me Rosemary favored Mark, to the neglect of her second born. My father thought this was very…