Pot.dot.com follows the coming of age of a teenage weed dealer from Greenwich Village who gets involved with a clandestine group of social activists who use marijuana revenue to support the computer revolution in the 80s and 90s. What ensues is a psychedelic romp to discover the true meaning of existence.
An avid young reader, Crash got C’s in English classes until late in high school when in an attempt to push up his GPA he took 3 English classes per semester with Peter who was a Shakespeare buff. That is when his attention shifted from the story to the words. Sentences from Steinbeck, Hesse, Chekhov and others were taped to his walls, written hastily in notebooks, revered. Some of the classes were in poetry and the freedom from prose opened new doors. Whether free verse or any of the known forms, poetry was fertile landscape to sow a love of words. Over the years the notebooks piled up with exercises in form, content, foreshadowing, and dialogue, but the time wasn’t right.
Crash understood that writing is best when the author writes about what they know. To write about what one knows requires experience. As Hemingway said, “In order to write about life, first you must live it”. So while he sorted through scribbled lists of new vocabulary and pages of thesauruses and rhyming books, he lived. And he lived large.