The Jesus Part
Another excerpt from the book with a working title of Cocaine or Jesus.
I walked into the apartment after a long commute from San Francisco during rush hour traffic. I was weary after spending the day working on the cold city streets pretending I was having a good time and not freezing to death. I had returned from modeling in Japan just a few weeks prior and the bookings back at home were coming in droves. This always happened when a local model returned from abroad. Your agent works hard for you. So and so is back in town.
My husband was stretched out on the couch in front of the television. He said, “Guess who I ran into today? Remember Gary?” before I could ask.
“From the band?” I asked. He nodded his head. I always liked Gary. He was a really nice guy during that brief time that he and Joe played together.
“How is he?” I asked, while walking toward the bedroom.
“He’s great. We talked for a long time,” he said. He paused briefly, then louder so I could hear him, “He invited me to church tomorrow.”
Puzzled, I called out from the bedroom, “Tomorrow is Wednesday.”
He went to church that next night. And then he went again on Friday night. And by Saturday he convinced this Catholic girl to go with him on Sunday morning. And then we went again on Sunday night, and by Monday morning I was fully indoctrinated into the cult known as the United Pentecostal Church.