John Travolta and I have a lot in common. Did you know he buys a piece of Pizza from his real sister and delivers that can of paint – to his mother! Did I get that right! Here is a photo of me taken in LA when I was sixteen. I got the shoes and white socks. I pegged my pants so they are tighter. I got a bit of a waterfall hairdo.

I was my sister’s protector. I look like a tough guy – because I was a tough guy. When I worked at Yale Trucking on the East River, real, real tough guys, called me the California Kid. Below are the letters I got commending my art work. I was the best dancer in High School. I dance The Bolero for Marilyn when she turned sixteen. I had to take my shirt off. I was sweating profusely. Come back as I build this post.

John Presco ‘Write-in Republican Candidate’

John Presco – Presidential Candidate