IMAGINE LIFE BEING AS BAD as it could possibly be, then multiply that awfulness by fourteen or fifteen, and you’d almost have a sense of how unbearably torturous Jeffrey Koufax’s life had become. Maybe his life wasn’t quite as horrible as everyone’s favorite Biblical victim, Job, but it was damned sure close. Jeffrey now considered himself the Coffeyville, Kansas, equivalent to Job.
almostHe had been writing a book on filmmaker Bert Edmunds for nearly four years. During that time, his life had gone to s**t, and he blamed the book for the lion’s share of his woes.
Before he’d begun toiling on the book, his marriage to Kimmie had been a fruitful one. But somewhere along the line he’d begun spending more time working on the book than he spent with his wife. Because of this, Kimmie had come
