There are three things I learned that summer I’m absolutely sure of. . .
First, skinny waists and drug habits will almost certainly lead to bad decisions. Second, groupthink is toxic. One should never trust their livelihood on the shoulders of others. Last, don’t get stuck in the middle of a drug war.
That’s exactly where we found ourselves in the summer of 1992. After our unlikely cast of expatriates grew attached to one another, it was only a matter of time before reality got up from under us.
We lived in the fast lane, right next to love and lust and unbounded by societal limits. It’s a miracle any of us made it out alive – if only it wasn’t at the expense of others. Was it too late to make things right?
Like Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road this generation of driftaways found themselves in the fast lane with no control, but in this story, the stakes are much higher.
This novel makes a great gift for fiction readers who couldn’t put down publications from the Lost or Beat Generations.