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Jeffrey grew up with a financially well off, intensely dominant mother, who ordered him around continuously, & a meek, submissive father who stayed in the background as much as possible. Growing up, Jeffrey didn’t have many friends, his main playmates were rocks, sticks & bugs. At the age of 16, he was diagnosed with Manic Depression, after he tried to drive his car off the Santa Monica Pier because he thought he could fly. He was promptly put on medication & made some improvements for a couple of years, until a girlfriend introduced him to Cocaine. Withdrawing money out of his mother’s bank account, he was able to sustain his habit for a while. She found out fairly quickly & took him by the ear to a drug recovery center. When he cleaned up his act, she invested money into the Phone Room & made him owner so he could have something to do during the day. He suffered from frequent panic attacks when a client put pressure on him to make a lot of money in a short period of time, but he would compensate by taking two to three karate classes in a row to take the edge off. Many times he would forget to take his medication & end up in a manic frenzy, deceiving the callers on the amount of work that was coming in, having Henry the supervisor actually working the employees harder, but cutting the hours at the end of the week. Mr. Margolis is basically a good hearted person and loves animals, he is just one of those typically emotionally screwed up people in Los Angeles. Hit the phone to return to the main page
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