It is about a journalist who has spent 18 years writing about finances, the media, etc., thinks he is all that and a bag of Doritos, so starts his own website which is business advice and poetry. Go figure. It sinks. He is totally out of money, crawls back to his old job, lasts only a short while before being laid off because this is the era of the dying newspaper business.
He has married a women who is all about being a material girl, so we know where THIS little thread is going as they get deeper into debt and are about to lose their dream house.
In a convoluted storyline, he meets up with some pot heads who offer him a hit, he talks about it to his financial adviser and a couple of other people who all wax nostalgic for the old days of getting high, and he decides to see if he can buy some bulk and resell to make money to save his house.
On and on and on and on with one bad decision piling on top of another until you want to just grab him by the throat and scream WTF ARE YOU THINKING???
In the end, he loses the house, his wife, and his job, finds another little writing job paying one third of his former salary, moves into a two bedroom apartment with his two young boys, and he and the little wify try half-heartedly to put their basically dead marriage back together.
My biggest gripe with this book was the idea that a seemingly intelligent man would make (a) the decision to start a stupid website and pour all his money into it. And (b) that he would get involved in what was in reality drug dealing, and (c) that he couldn’t see past the tits to the part where his wife was all about money, appearances, and superficiality. She goes on some shopping spree and spends them into even deeper debt, has an affair with a high school boyfriend, and when she leaves the husband, leaves him with the kids, saying she needs space. But he still loves her? Oh, please.
Yeah. I am too old for this crap.