GJ, aka Geraldine Jeffries

Hey, you wayward souls out there. What’s up? Don’t know your names, but if you’re reading this, I’m thinkin’ maybe you enjoy hearing about the troubles of others. Or, maybe you just enjoy a good story. Either way, here’s my tease.

I always hated the name my mother gave me; Geraldine. She didn’t give me or my sister much of a chance to grow up normal. I knew I could live my life better than she lived hers, so I ran away from my foster home when I was fourteen. For a while, I did okay, livin’ in L.A.. I was in high demand…for a while. Then I got busted.

I was minding my own business in juvie, waiting to turn eighteen, when this guy shows up and offers me a job. “I don’t want you as a sex slave,” he said. Later I found out he had enough of them, but by that time, I had a cushy job at a movie studio, a decent apartment, and a Mazerratti! What’s wrong with that? I was thinkin’.

Some lives are salvageable. I reached a point where I didn’t know if mine was or not. You can hear all the juicy details in Len Koepsell’s new audiobook, The Golden Flyswatter, available soon on Spotify.

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