Welcome G.W. Jefferies, Author

 
Welcome G.W. Jefferies, Author of Apolo Drakuvich!
 
 
Book Title: Apolo Drakuvich
Author: G.W. Jefferies
Genre: contemporary fiction, dystopian fiction
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Buy Link:  http://www.amazon.com/Apolo-Drakuvich-ebook/dp/B004OEIT7E/
 
Blurb: G.W. Jefferies’ Apolo Drakuvich captures the life of a petty criminal ranging from bizarre and senseless to utterly tragic.  The story revolves around parasitic journalism, media and government corruption, and a ruthless, conniving judge who milks the citizens out of millions of dollars, Apolo Drakuvich can be described as a compilation of wild and sheer madness–captivating the readers’ attention from beginning to end. With its raw descriptions, penetrating dialogue and crisp writing, this book is like no other.Within all the madness that so epitomizes the life of Apolo, G.W. Jeffries presents a life of regret in epic proportions. Sitting in a jail cell, Apolo reflects, “One thing is for sure, I let it all slip away…so many opportunities lost.” Apolo sadly examines the events and decisions of his life, and the paths he took and should have taken. Apolo seeks peace of mind and justice, but flashbacks of his past continuously haunt him; moreover, he seems to be victimized by a corrupt justice system everywhere he goes.Apolo goes through a number of life changing events. One of the most defining moments of the book, peering deeply into his character, is the scene in which Apolo states, “I wasn’t always like this. I’m a hardened, thicker skin, arrogant fool. Like all of us, past events have shaped me into the person I’m today. But I’ve gone through so much crap. This environment has changed me. The people. The stupidity.” As an offender, Apolo discusses pertinent issues of today’s society, where it is next to impossible for offenders to live normal lives, despite the desire to do so. Essentially, law enforcement and authorities seem to systematically destroy the offender by placing constraints on the offender such as restrictions on where to live, GPS monitoring, registering as offenders on websites, and more.Apolo Drakuvich is a microcosm of numerous real-life issues encompassing the wild, the bizarre, and the tragic. 

Read a Sample Chapter Below:

Chapter 1 – In Jail

Awakening from a dream and finding yourself in a jail cell

is disheartening to say the least. You hope and wish that the

dream you once had was actually reality with the cell being the

true nightmare. “Surely, this can’t be real.” Quickly, you

realize the situation. Perhaps, not a good one either. Find

your composure, don’t lose your mind.

How long have I been in this cell? Surely, not for more

than a few hours, perhaps days? No, not days, that’s silly.

Ah, yet again…

I must find a mirror and gaze upon myself to see any

changes. My reflection shows slight beard growth, my only

indicator. It seemed important at the time to find a sense of

time at least to keep things in perspective. This was difficult

to do with no clocks and no windows.

How spoiled I am. Not truly realizing how much I was

taking my watch for granted. But is time important, in the big

scheme of things?

The guards gave me a bologna sandwich, which I didn’t eat.

You never know, it could be laced with some sort of outlaw drug

in hope of me spilling my beans all over the place. No! This

must not happen. Keep it together and keep it cool.

I need to pee. With cameras all around, Hell No, I’m not

peeing in front of them. I can wait, I can hold it in.

What to do now? What can you do except stare at the

concrete painted walls. There was nothing special about these

filthy white walls. Specks of blood are plastered around the

room. My guess it’s for decoration. Just add a little color

here and there. The buzz of the fluorescent light must be some

sort of torture device.

My plan is straight, clear, and simple. Say nothing.

Trust no one. But what do I do? What does a caged animal do?

Eat, sleep, and pee and I’ve only done one of those listed

items.

Keep your mental state in the clear. Don’t think you’re

locked in, unable to leave. Freedom is suspended at this point

and it doesn’t feel good. Do criminals feel this sense of loss?

They curse themselves and mainly others for being in their

situation. Don’t panic and just sit, relax. Bide your time.

Now, what do I do? I guess I can go to sleep again. Soon

this will get old, but not yet. Let me retreat to my dreams, my

new reality.

I once had a dream, a premonition, where I saw this jail

cell. Mainly it was the seven cinder blocks I’m seeing now.

Maybe I’m still in that dream. This premonition was dreamt up

several years ago. There was no cause, no reason why I was in

this cell. I hadn’t been in a jail cell before. But clearly, I

was dreaming of

this cell. This torture device of the mind, to

crack and place fear into the souls of man. As I soon found

out, this wasn’t the true Hell about to be felt.

My parents gave me the name Apolo, but that wasn’t such a

great idea. Over time, through various migrations and multiple

marriages, the Drakuvich family came to America. My parents

felt that having a name like Apolo Drakuvich would show some

form of authority of life. “Hey, listen to this guy, he knows

what he’s doing” or “You don’t want to mess with a guy with a

name like Apolo Drakuvich.”

To sum up my life into one sentence, I’ll quote a woman on

whom I had a crush for years in high school. “He may look

smart, but he really isn’t.” Of course, she didn’t say this in

front of my face, but word did eventually come back to me. This

isn’t something that I’m proud of; just stating the facts so we

can have a clear picture.

Back to the name Apolo, it’s one of those names where other

people feel threatened. It’s not a common name and, when kids

start to learn about ancient mythology they just laugh and

point. Some scrawny kid with the name Apolo is nothing near the

Sun God. Not even close.

So the kids tested me and won. I didn’t want this name; it

wasn’t even a name that I had picked out. Something like David

would be more fitting. Years back, I remember a conversation

some kid was having with me.

“Apolo Drakuvich sounds like some sort of Godly Vampire.

You’re nothing like that. Just kind of pasty, you dork.” It was

true, I needed a tan, but aren’t there nicer ways to point these

things out? Kids can be mean.

And so here I am, with plenty of time on my hands to

reflect, to see which paths I should have taken or which I

shouldn’t have taken. One thing is true, I let it all slip

away. The mighty Apolo has wasted away such a good name, so

many opportunities lost.

I heard a knock at my cell door as I was awakening from a

slight dream state. The noise that the key made an echo heard

throughout the cell.

“Do I need to cuff you? You’re not going to run, are you?”

the fat pig spoke.

Now, of course, I didn’t say this out loud, and I knew if I

did, it would only make my situation worse, but how in the Hell

am I supposed to run away? Yes, I could run away from the pig

and get to the edge of the hallway, only to be severely beaten

by cops with nothing better to do. Sure, I was going to run

away.

“No, sir, I’m not going to run away.” I spoke in a low tone

of voice.

“Good, good. You don’t look like the violent type.”

The “violent type”? Of course not! I’m some skinny white

dude who hasn’t said a peep to anyone and has basically offered

little resistance. Nah, I thought, I can kick your ass, pig,

then I’ll take on the entire San Pinto Police Department.

I walked in front of the pig down the hallway. A cop, out

of the blue, would make an insulting remark. I can see he was

bored. Hell, not like there were actual crimes to be solved or

real criminals to be apprehended. Insults are the easiest and

most fun activity to do. I’ve always kind of wondered what goes

through the minds of cops. Granted, not all are bad. There are

a few good coppers out there; it’s just I haven’t met any of

them. Not tonight at least or is it the morning? What time is

it?

After a quick analysis I’ve come to the following reasons

for the assholeness of the pigs. Their pay sucks, a lot of

stress at the job and probably low education has a huge factor

on why they’re assholes. In a system where an individual is

supposedly guilty till proven innocent, where the system is

backwards and upside-down, one mustn’t sugar coat the details.

One must look out for himself.

“You do know why you’re here, right? Sir, you’re here

because you’re a deviant to society” the pig spoke.

I sat there and said nothing.

“You frightened the poor souls. Can you see the problem

here, son?”

“No. I really don’t think you understand the entire

situation here.”

“You have a problem, serious issues. You’re going to burn

for what you did. I want to be there to personally see you get

fried to a crisp. The smell will be wonderful. I mean, look at

yourself. You’re an animal. The filthiest, the most vulgar

creature I’ve ever seen in my thirty years in this department.

How would you like to be thrown in with the rest of the animals

so you can be with your own kind?”

I didn’t say a peep. My plan was clear and I was sticking

to it.

“I’ve taken the liberty to have a professional come and

speak to you. I think he can help.”

Help? Really? I’m not sure why I was here. I’ve had some

problems with the law in the past. It was nothing major but it

became a problem for me nonetheless. These people can’t be

trusted. Not in this situation.

“Hello, Apolo. I’m Dr. Brand. Tell me about yourself.

Tell me your dreams. And start from the beginning.”

“I can have my glasses back, please.”

“Glasses? I see. You don’t need those now. You’re not

going to read anything anyway.”

“I can’t see without them.” And then I stopped talking.

The idea of these bastards helping me wasn’t going to happen.

These pigs aren’t my friends. I have no friends. Minutes flew

by and a staring contest had begun between the three of us.

“You don’t want us to help you? I’m here to help you.”

The doctor spoke in a kind, but fake voice. He was hiding

something.

“Where’s my lawyer?” There was silence. Perhaps they

didn’t realize that I could actually get a lawyer, an expert, to

defend me. Rules and regulations didn’t seem to matter.

“We’re going to have to hold you awhile.”

They threw me back in my cell. I hadn’t actually performed

any crimes. They were keeping me here because it was a Friday

night, and they had nothing better to do. This has happened

before. They make an arrest, then hassle me some more because

they think they’re doing society good because I’m the criminal.

Right? That’s what they would like for you to think. Place a

label on something and you’ll believe it. Why question the

“experts”?

The pig came up to do my cell door. “We’re going to let you

go. Stay out of trouble. You should get ready for that

hurricane. It’s coming this way.”

“Hurricane?” I had no clue what was out in the Gulf.

“It’s a category four. It’s all over the news. Probably

going to get bigger, too.”

“I don’t watch the news.” I replied.

“Maybe you should start, son.” The pig opened the door and

I was once again free. Or as free as I could be.

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About Katrina Parker Williams

Katrina Parker Williams teaches English composition and grammar at a community college. She is a Barton College graduate with a B.S. in Communications and a Masters of Education in English from East Carolina University. She is also the author of a fictional novel titled Liquor House Music. Her works have appeared in Charlotte Viewpoint, Muscadine Lines, Usadeepsouth, and on the Wilson Community College website. Her writings have recently been published at The Saints’ Placenta and All Things Girl and is forthcoming in Dead Mule School of Southern Literature and Muscadine Lines.
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One Response to Welcome G.W. Jefferies, Author

  1. cranejulia says:

    I love the last line it makes me want to read more.

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