The Recycled Death of The Fan Man
by
John Presco
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
After Ed Corbin introduced me to Mark Gall (A Jew) he took us out to a range to hit golf balls. Ed told me his old friend is pretty smart and was the head of the Department of Education at the University of Oregon, and, to prove it, Mark says’
“I suspose I got to pay for your bucket, as usual, even though you get SSI. You do understand you live off the taxes I give the Feds? You could have put $2,50 aside, so I can have a higher opinion of you. We both went to Harvard at the same time, and thus we both had ample opportunities to do something honorable. Your father was the head of the Mayo Clinic, while mine was a poor machinist.”
Im going to start a Facebook group….”Who The Fuck Are You?”….for those who did well, but need to hang with a utter failer to make them look – even better! Ed’s father has two citations in Who’s Who? Mark has….only one!
I’m glad I aint you – award!
“You really owe me. You should be paying for my balls!”
It was all I could do, to stop myself from saying…..
“I get SSI too. And I don’t owe you jack shit!”
Two years later I am made an honorary member of the Gall and Corbin family, who are Jews. Ed and I are Celtic blue-eye people. Not only did Mark claim my SS! assets, but so did his wife and son. Ed’s ex-wife, would marry us at a Jewish wedding. Ed put a empty can of beer in a white dishrag – and crushed it.
I met Katrine’s three Jewish sons, and they were tickled pink their crazy alcoholic father had a playmate. Now they can get to work making a million dollars. Their mother got them three new manufactured homes. Not one of them was around to help me get Ed in Serenity Lane. Not that they neglected their father, but, Ed told them I would be like a dutiful son, and do much for him. This way Ed would not look like
THE BIGGEST FAILURE WHO GRADUCATED FROM HARVARD
Ed met me in the Alley. He looked at the books I had in the wooden crate I attached to my bicycle. He was impressed. When he learned I was on SSI, he gave me The Gall Treatment. I really owed him – and his sons! I too must be a SSI cheat and fraud. My assets must be….SHAME-SEIZED, and used to profit the Corbin Family. Mark did the same thing. He asked me to take his mother to Synagogue. Not having children, I was a god-send. It looked like real money must be spent to cure Ed of Alcoholism. But because I had eleven years sobriety, I owed them all…..to take care of Ed. I became, their……Spunky Flunky!
In the bottom pic, we see what a insanely lousy job Ed did – cutting his own hair – that is still talked about! To top it off, he alas wore the ugly jacket I and Katrine tried to get Ed – to throw out. He found it in the big dumpster that students threw their shit in – when they graduated. Ed had put a ton of shit in his apartment. There were paths to the refrigerator and toilet. You would think I could have called the Three Sons to take their father to the barber. But, this was….
MORE PROOF ED CORBIN WAS NOT A BURDEN TO HIS FAMILY
In the end, I was the BIG BURDEN, because I asked for something…
AFTER FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS!
When Dr. Kendall Brooks Corbin died, four years later his three grandson end up with his money. Feeling they have enough, Clan Corbin tells Ed they are going to hire him….AN ATTENDANT-MAID. Ed says he doesn’t NEED one, because…..
“I GOT JOHN! He already takes care of me!”
I was there, in Ed’s apartment – with Katrine and her oldest son, Cosmos. Ed is panic stricken. Cosmos wants to cut off Ed’s beer intake – cold turkey. He is feeling guilty he has NO SOLUTION, and, now he has all this money. Hr will use this Maid to montor the beer flow. I told the boys I buy Ed beer when I take him grocery shopping. If I didn’t buy it, he found neighbors in his big appartment complex to buy for him – which is no excuse – but a rea fucking dilema. The key thing is….Ed does not want to get sober, for his family – or his good friend…
HOW SELFISH OF HORSESHIT ED!
For taking him shopping, and a beer-run, Ed bought on order to Rose’s Fish&Chips, that we split. The back of my Toyota – was loaded down with beer. He has six cases in there, If he bought only five cases, then I could have a full order of chips and fish. This is a fullblown Harvard Alcholic at work. His sons no longer take him shopping – because they refuse to buy him beer. But, now they want to get involved in……
THE BEER INTAKE!
One day I tell Ed he can nt put so much beer in the Mustardmobile.
“My shocks are going out! Did you feel that!”
There was stone cold silence. I had struck a nerve. Ed had run away from the Corbin homestead in Yahchats, to be a……TOTAL DRUNK! He lived near a liguor store. He considered himself a SUCCESS if he never asked his son for anything.
“John will do it!” says Ed.
“That’s not true. The brakes on my car – are shot. I am saving them for my grocery shopping. I can’t drive over here – anymore! I dont have the money to fix them. Unless – YOU ALL – want to get them fixed, then I can no longer be….
YOUR GUNGA-DIN”
Ed took this news, hard. So did his family. My car, was not – their car! My assets were not – their assets. I had my new Beatnik Scene at the McKenzie Meadows. I did take my new friends, to the C Street Church for a free dinner. But, I dare not tell Ed, who will soon tell me…
“You are after my father’s money!”
Oh! Did I tell you I own thirty-nine years of sobriety. Ed – did the math! He has a great drinking buddy – who doesn’t drink. If we both drank, we would have loaded twelve case in my Toyota – and drank them at Ed’s. His son’s did buy him two giant screen TVS in order to keep me baby-sitting Ed – who had two strokes. We played Tiger Woods golf. How much was a case? Oh hell! I would have gone in on half. But, I wouldn’t want some Fish&Chips.
Cosmos did not want me to be a sober friend, because he couldn’t handle his father. At times – he hated him. I was more like a – good father. In the end, this money-loving status seeker rendered me……
A DIRTY LOW-LIFE SCUM SUCKING PARASITE – WHO LOVES HITLER
Mark Gall, his mentor, helped develops this Faux Image of me to make it all work for these…….
JEWISH MILLIONAIRES!
Chapter Two
When I inferited $50,000 from the Vicent Rice Trust, Ed Corbin said;
“Good! Now you don’t have to go after my money, and we can be good friends again!”
We had talked about me getting paid for being the Corbin & Brooks Caretakee of the Drunken Father – who was left a lot of money by his mother. I suspect, Ed inherited millions of dollars that his father made while he was alive. Because he was on SSI, he told me a family lawer created a Living Will, and his three sons were rolling in the dough. They already created a company called DECKS, and put solar panels in the new building a hundred from from Ed’s low-cost housing unit. There were a lot of disabled people in the building. Ed was one of them, but, after going back to drinking, he surmised – he wasn’t one of them! With his sons now getting Kendall Brooks Corbin – INDUSTRIOUS CURRENVY – they were very willing to agree their father did not have a problem with alcohol – BUT I DID! The proof, I went to AA, and owned eighteen years clean and sober.
When Katrine and her son Cosmos talked about getting Ed a woman that will come take care of Ed during the day, and got home at night, they both wanted to relieve themselves OF GUILT FOR FORSAKING ED FOR ALL THOSE YEARS. I believe all the sons – agreed with their Mommy. I put together my own proposal. I needed money to go see my grandson, who was abandoned by his father. He was not at the hospital when Tyler Hunt was born. The Corbin gene did not like my plan, and, they went with the maid. Luckily I came into Uncle Vinnies money. He left a half million to about ten of his kin. Thank God I was able to get a Special Needs Trust, so I would not lose my SSI. I made Heather Hanson my first named Trustee, and Mark Gall my secon. They signed a leagal document. They both FAILED to perform their duties. My attorney told me I may have to sue my daughter. She returned my money – BUT MARL GALL REFUSED TO SERVE! I asked Mark to give me $2,000 dollar to pay for a Trustee. He refused. He died. Was there a probate? Was there a probate for his Harvard Buddy, Ed Corbin? How many millionaires did I find myself in the midst of – suddenly? Was I the only person – who was not a millionaire? Uh oh!
I told someone, I want to author a Dickens-like novel. I think – this is it! Let me inform you, there is not one FAN WOMAN – but two! One lives in Greenwhich Village, the other across the alley from Ed. Before I reveal their identity, let us go back to the Three Amigos in the Volvo, now driving by the driving range – as the sune went down. There was a seventy foot fence with bright lights allowint Ball Striker to see where their balls land, There were signs with yards writte on them. Ed and Mark were carrying on their escoteric sematics conversation, that was right out of Aesops Fables…..The Grasshopper and The Ant? Ed was alowing Gall to humiliate his old Harvard Pal – in front of his new freind.
“Weird!” I thought.
Now, Jonny Gall is added to the mix. Jon Gall is Mark’s only child. He graduated cumda lauda at Oregon – then died of a rare disease. But, he know he was a in firece competion with the Corbin Boys who ran a Beatnik House on 13th. Street, where everyone hung out. Drugs were taken. Music was made. When Ed took me there, Cosmos was coaching a Art-In on the front porch. Young people who had no talent were encouraged to render a work of art. I was – impressed. This is….
THE RAGING FAMILY
This novel is going to be written with the help of Google Search Microphone. The Raging Family refered to the novel ‘The Fan Man’ that was written employing a “stream of conciousness” after Jack Keruoac and other Hippie Authors. Ed had a writers studio in the garage he built in Yachats – but he had writer’s block. So did Mark Gall. When my Harvard guys made me their Spunky Flunky, I realized they were ver threarened by, because one way I can tap into their millionaires is author a best-selling biography. This is…..THAT BIO!
There’s a good chance Mark Gall wrote a bio abput the Jewish Millionaires, and, I am picrured as a ‘Flunky Gone Bad’ who rans from one Jew to the next to see if I get get ANYTHING I don’t deserve, the foremast – A NOVEL! No way will I be allowed to write, publish, and enjoy money from book sales about
THE GRAND CORBIN AND HIS FINE FRIENDS OF SOBER LIESURE
This novel will show how a Raging Selfish Drunk – paid for everyone’s loyal with monies he got from his mother and father – alas! Ed and his brother discribe their parents in Demonic terms. Kendall tried to talk Ed into killing their evil mother. Ed discribes told me his father stole his childhood by counting the dandelion weeds he pulled up from their lawn – the head of the Mayo Clinic not believing his son when he said their were twelve weeds to the bundle bound by a rubber bnd. Dr. Corbin – was correct. There were only ten weeds to the bundle! Ed, fell out of favor in his father’s eyes. He had hoped Ed would be…..
THE CEO OF GENERAL MOTORS!
Take a good look at the top pic. Something is seriously wrong with Cosmos’ Pop! Cosmos begged his father to get back to….HIS ART! How about….HIS WRITING!
Add it all up. Who bought beer all the time for The Next Jack? Who played video games with The Beat Master? Who played disc golf, and Barbie Ball Gold, with
THE BEAT FATHER OF THE AGE?
Who was so jealous of Ed, that he sabotage his best friends fate, to be
AUTHOR OF A NOVEL THAT HAS BEEN ON THE NO,1 BESTER SELLER LIST FOR TEN LONG FUCKING YEARS!
This book is about the Dirty Dozen who did everything to stop me from writing, and eventually……PUBLISHING!
Raging Family – Vinyl, CDs, & More
Raging Family Profile: Downtempo, House & Breaks trio made up of brothers Cosmos, Freeman, & Eden Corbin. From $5 to $10 Shop 3 CDs Speed Of Life CD
The Raging Family is an experimental electronic and downtempo music project formed in 1998 in Eugene, Oregon. The group is primarily a production trio made up of the Corbin brothers—Cosmos, Freeman, and Eden Corbin.
They are best known for blending glitchy micro-samples, abstract hip-hop beats, deep bass, and turntable scratching to create eclectic concept albums. Cosmos Corbin, who also works as a DJ and sound engineer, has been a driving creative force for the group, pushing their sound into everything from moody ambient space-themed albums (such as Black Holes) to tango-infused electronic tracks. http://www.rocketboyarts.com +2
You can find their discography, including their releases under aliases like The International Men of Leisure, on
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The Fan Man is a cult comic novel published in 1974 by the American writer William Kotzwinkle. It is told in stream-of-consciousness style by the narrator, Horse Badorties (the titular “fan man”), a down-at-the-heels hippie living a life of drug-fueled befuddlement in New York City c. 1970. The book is written in a colorful, vernacular “hippie-speak” and tells the story of the main character’s hapless attempts to put together a benefit concert featuring his own hand-picked choir of 15-year-old girls.
Horse is a somewhat tragic, though humorous, character with echoes of other famous characters in popular culture such as Reverend Jim Ignatowski of Taxi fame. In his inability to follow anything through to completion he displays symptoms of attention-deficit disorder though this could equally be drug-induced. His defining characteristic is his joy in renting or commandeering apartments which he fills with street-scavenged junk articles until, full to bursting, he moves on to his next “pad”. The name “fan man” is a reference to another of his traits; the collecting and selling of fans of all shapes and sizes. The book’s most memorably absurd section is the chapter titled “Dorky Day” which features the repetitive statement of the word “dorky” by Horse as a cathartic mantra to dispel the ennui of a dead-end day.
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