San Sebastian Avenue
Around the time of Christine’s death, my mother said;
“You didn’t get rid of your family – they got rid of you! Are you hearing what I’m saying to you?”
I ran into a huge obstacle in dealing with Drew Benton’s body, and balked at turning her into a pile of ashes. Shannon told me Garth called her from Rocky Point where he was with Drew about to spread my sister’s ashes. He told Shannon how happy they were she was not there – and laughed at her as Garth threw Rosamond’s ashes – over the cliff!
Holy shit! Talk about returning to the scene of the crime! I wondered if Garth was not at the funeral because he had scratches all over his face. He could not be – home alone! Drew was his cover. She was still traumatized.
“Why do you got bandages all over your face?”
“I got attacked by a wild weasel while jogging!”
Back at Christine’s home after the funeral, Shannon comes downstairs with a armful of her mother’s papers, angrily asking; “Who’s been in my mother’s papers?” I approached, and show her my sober coin. “This is all you need!”…..”I am sober! My mother doesn’t want you here!”
What do you think Garth was looking for – a mutual life insurance policy? Garth and Vicki had Shannon arrested, and while she was in handcuffs in front of her mother’s home, She demanded Christine’s ashes. Garth got them, placed them on the stoop – and slammed the door! There was a court order to stay away from – this home! Garth did not want to meet me for the first time at my sister’s funeral, for he had a dastardly plan he couldn’t wait to carry out. Did Dark Mark Presco help him? Sure, they got rid of me a long time……………ago! I had not seen Christine in twelve years.
I’ve been doing a coin toss – for two days! Why don’t I just walk away from my family, and adopt the history of Janke and Stuttmeister? Then I remember the only thing I should have told Shamus Dundon, that I want, when he called and asked me six days after his mother died. He wasn’t going to tell me, my sister was dead, but Vicki’s grandson made him.
‘I want Rosemary’s jewelry box.”
“You can’t have it. Drew and Shannon are fighting over it.”
“Who got the painting I did when I was sixteen? I want it!”
“I’ll send it to you!” said Shamus.
He never sent it. He was playing his Liar’s Game. He wanted to tell his sons I hve no love for his mother, and just wanted – SOMETHING.
This morning I beheld DeeDee’s face. She is desperately trying to love people who hate her, and own love for all Vic’s children. She is standing in front of my painting, titled ‘The Argument’. I heard Shamus and Drew did not like Christine – least love her! I conclude they hate Vic nd Rosemary’s hatred for one another that was handed down to them. Was there a probate for Vicki Presco? I want that box to put Drew and my ashes in, then put in the Belmont Historic Society along with the other antique photos. I want that signed and sealed document regarding Rudolph Stuttmeister – placed above The Rose Box!
Why should I carry all your sins, and now make the Death of Drew – go away – for free? I want My Good Argument – in court! I want to know what happened to Drew’s belongings, and, if there is going to be a probate. Again I asked for police report. Do I really want – the truth? Look at the Pandora’s Box you opened when Drew’s mother died. Will I once again come face to face with……El Friendo?
John Presco
‘The Argument’
Posted on November 2, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press
The title of my painting in back of Dee-Dee is titled ‘The Argument’. It got destroyed during an argument between my father and his second wife – who shot Vic in the back – in another argument.
It depicts three people on a hill, with their mouths open. A woman is coming down from the hill – arguing! There s a woman going up the hill – arguing. It is a zig-zag road, thus, they have different views – they are presenting to the man – standing next to the path. They can agree to anything – forever! I captured their argument – in time!
When Vic brought home his private lender in his loan business, he showed off my painting. Vic told me she began to cry.
“This reminds me of how I grew up!”
This woman and Vic like to go out and drink. He always took his Go Drinking Car that could not be traced to him. Too drunk to drive, this woman took the wheel – and crashed Vic’s Lucky Car into a brick wall of a restaurant, and almost crushed a family in a booth. She was sued. She was ruined. Vic got some insurance money for his injuries. He went looking for another private lender and found Larry Chazen at the Copper Penny in Walnut Creek. Larry invested in Christine Rosamond’s first Ccarmel gallery at the Four Corners. Andrew Cuomo was the head of HUD, and accused Chazen of Loan Sharking. He put Noble Oil in Rougemont Switzerland to evade paying taxes.
I did The Argument at Glendon Ave in West LA in 1965. I might recreate this for a detective book I have in mind. How about – a series? I think Vic and Dee-Dee bought furnishings to match my masterpiece. Christine took up art in 1972. This was my – Brown Period.
John Presco
Our Dirty Dee-Dee
Posted on August 24, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press
When I saw the movie Sexy Beast it was like a home movie. One never knew when the shit was going to hit the fan. Above is Vic pretending to throw his wife Dee-Dee under a train. They look like the stars of this great movie. For doing this to her, Dee-Dee chased my father around the house emptying his gun at him. Vic ran out the back door, and a bullet ricocheted off the frame of the window into his back and lodged near his spine. He showed me the x-ray of the bullet that they left inside, and the dent in the frame – a year after it happened. It was part of the tour of his Lafayette home.
Before Vic made a killing in the real estate loan shark business, he lived in downtown Oakland on Alice street. Here he is with his partner whose brother ran the Mexican Mafia in San Quinton. The other dude is a smuggler of just about everything, and may have brought Vic’s third wife across the border in a marijuana shipment.
Vic was always in his bathrobe. I am not sure if he knew bout Vinnie ‘The Chin’ the Mafia boss of the Village where many artists came to dwell, including myself in 1965. This family was in the Art Business. Eat your heart out Mrs. Eastwood. We never put on airs, or had to fake a scene like the one where you spy on your daughter, because, nothing really happens at your house. Your husband has a conversation with a chair.
Note the big pot on the stove. It might be squid soup, a dish Captain Vic fed his young secretaries that worked at the Ponderosa, who would not let Vic ‘The Nazi’ (as they called him) get away with wearing his old bathrobe while they were there. This would have made a great reality T.V. series. ‘Bohemian Loan Sharks’. Vic and Ernie are playing chess.
“BOHUNKS! They created a artistic and literary dynasty, but you wouldn’t know it, thanks to ‘The Caretaker’ who brought in a bevy of outsiders, ghosts writers, to make it all work for her. Or, so she led many to believe. Somebody pulled off the biggest art heist in history. Was it ‘Little Vicki’?”
It was very threatening for members of my family to accept the truth Victor was mentally ill. Rosemary could not handle the truth she had four children by a sociopath. It was much easier for my family to title me “INSANE”. The head of Serenity Lane said this;
“Have you considered the truth you might be the only sane member of your family?”
“How did they do it? They never got out of their bed, or their bathrobes! BOHUNKS! Look out Ken Kesey! They are coming for your crown!”
“They lay claim to the old Rancho Las Mariposa land grant in order to make a poet’s retreat for family members. But, what are they really up to? BOHUNKS!”
Dirty Dee-Dee Knocked My Eye Out
Posted on June 3, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press
The biggest mistake I ever made, was to move back to California from Boston in 1971. I did this after my mother told me my father had a very rare eye disease and was going blind – in weeks! As an artist, and a romantic, I thought it best my father see his only loyal creative son, before darkness descended upon him – forever!
In Boston, I had it made. I won my nine month case against the Mafia, had talked my black Christian-Muslim neighbors out of acquiring guns in order to fight for our building on Beacon Hill. I had several girlfriends. The Mayor of Boston shook my hand as he told me;
“It took guts to stand up to those people.”
I survived an attempt on my life. Hmmmm! Am I the real Dirty Hairy – Hippie?
Within weeks of being back in Oakland, I learned my stepmother, Dee-Dee, had knocked Vic’s eye out with a huge glass ashtray she hurled at his head. The eye disease – was a big lie! Were they drinking? Or, is mental illness to blame? Mental illness vs. shit-faced drunk! You decide! What does that look in Dee-Dee’s eye tell you?
Even though he is flat on his back in the hospital squinting out of his good eye, Victor has to tend to business. His deep velvet hypnotic voice was the most inportant aspect of his loan shark business. There were alway suckers on the line that the Captain was slowly reeling in, or, responding to the chum in the water. These folks had to be worked, made to feel like a member of the Captain’s family, a tactic he employed on his three young female workers that came to his home five days a week, where the Captain had a big pot of squid soup on the stove, this part of his ‘Perk System’. More about that later.
When I came back to Oakland, Vic and Dee-Dee took this hippie to lunch in San Francisco. I had a Christ-complex after cheating death.
Above is Rosemary on the lap of ‘Killer’ my father-in-law who Don Logan reminded me of in the movie ‘Sexy Beast’. Robby was always on edge. When his PTSD got bad, he went to a bar and picked a fight so he could kick the shit out of someone, knock them to the floor. He did this on a regular basis till he ran out of bars. I kept my visitations to my mother’s home in San Fernando Valley, to one visit a year, I always feeling like fresh meat when I walked into the door.
Twice that I know of, Robby jumped in a car with a his gun and went racing to confront Christine’s new boyfriend or husband, who did not have a clue how Robby fit in to ‘The Family’ he being six months younger then me. He – Rosemary’s Bodyguard – turned my mother into a pot-head. Where was Harry Callahan?
Peace -brother!
Sexy Beast was like a home movie. One never knew when the shit was going to hit the fan. This family was in the Art Business. That is a early Rosamond on the wall.
Eat your heart out Mrs. Eastwood. We never put on airs, or had to fake a scene like the one where you spy on your daughter, because nothing really happens at your house.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
Dubbed “The Oddfather” and “The Enigma in the Bathrobe” by the press, Gigante often wandered the streets of Greenwich Village in his bathrobe and slippers, mumbling incoherently to himself, in what Gigante later admitted was an elaborate act to avoid prosecution
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincent_Gigante
The Rowdy Girls Ride Again
Posted on September 8, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
The strangest thing that ever happened to our family, is, the theft of Christine’s cremated remains that ended up in a Monterey motel where prostitutes brought their tricks. They were found out in the hall. Vicki drove down to get them out of the Cop Shop. How they got there is a mystery. Shannon told me Garth called her up from the rocks of Rocky Point and told her he and Drew were there to spread Christine’s ashes. He laughed at Shannon as he did so. There had been a long court battle that started with Garth and Vicki getting arrested in her mother’s home, and taken out in handcuffs.
Two weeks ago, Marilyn Reed told me she went to see ‘Once Upon A Time In Hollywood. She then tells me she met Charlies Manson and his girls at the Sphan Ranch. I did not tell her how this fits with my posts on ‘The Rowdy Girls’.
Drew and Shamus could write a book and tell THE WHOLE STORY. That they have not, tells me they have MUCH TO HIDE! Here is the list of women Dr. Phil should get on the show. He should ask everyone of them how they feel about not being told Vicki was dead.
Stacey Pierrot. Jacci Belford. Cindy Blake. Raphael. Melinda McCurdy. Karen Bromily. Drew Benton. Shannon Sidel. Marilyn Reed. Nina. Cassandra. Heather and Patrice Hanson. Mary Ann. Ann Getty. Kim Hafner, Alley Valkyrie, Belle Burch, Krista, and Rena Easton.
Here are the men:
Rick Partlow. Michael McCurdy. Shamus Dundon. Myself. Mark Presco. Larry Chazen. Gordon Getty. Michael Harkins. Alan Fox.
There was a real cult around Christine. Khara Bromiley did a Tarot card reading for Christine – and the Death Card came up! Her husband conducted the funeral. Khara co-authored ‘The Rowdy Girls’ and ‘The Raven’. I think this Rowdy show will take up the whole week, that will end with Rena coming on stage. We meet at last. There will not be a dry eye in the house as we talk about our extremely abusive parents.
John Presco
Copyright 2019
Rosemary’s Jewelry Box
Posted on September 5, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
Here is my dead mother’s jewelry box that Shamus Dundon said Drew Benton and Shannon Rosamond are fighting over. Rosemary kept mementos from her four Children in it. There is nothing about her grandchildren.
Shamus did not call me and tell me my mother was dying. He was punishing me for asking questions about chasing lizards – when he said he had a headache! He ended up with Rosemary’s treasured Mustang. I didn’t get anything. Robby called and asked me if I wanted my painting. I had him send it to Vicki when I attempted to go foreward for the sake of my daughter and grandson. Heather was my Trustee. She and her lover called me a parasite because I get food stamps and SSI for my PTSD, and my Childhood Head Butting?
I asked Shamus for the Stuttmeister marriage certificate.
For a quarter of a century I have struggle in confusion to understand why my family does not know what a Artistic Legacy is. They see no value in my post on Joaquin Miller and Emma Hill that enhances Rosamond’s creative legacy – and my own! I told my Doctor I think my family is jealous of the two Creative siblings in their midst. Now I conclude they are greedy ingrates, savages, who need to claim all the shiny things they see, and eliminate The Shiny Ones. For sure, these are The Enemies of Art and Literature, and thus they have value. They are………The Perfect Examples!
John Presco
Copyright 2019
Family Treasures
Posted on April 21, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
Here are some family treasures Vicki Presco owns. Included is the marriage certificate of Rudolph Stuttmeister. Instead of scanning it and making it available to the rest of the family, Vicki hoards it. She helped create our late sister’s imposter and art forger, and allows Stacey Pierrot to title herself ‘Caretaker’ which is like a ‘Curator’. Vicki showed me Christine’s autobiography that was kept from the public.
Rosemary kept her children’s achievements in her jewelry box. I did a painting of Midvale Avenue in Westwood when I was fifteen.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2016
Rosamond Press 
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