This would cast off the misconceptions about marijuana in modern society. They would publish the Great American Novel, fueled by kind bud. It would be printed on hemp paper with adhesive extracts from the herb. And the novel wouldn’t just be about intelligent people on pot – it would be written by one. Tyrese would smoke a bowl for every writing session, every night until the rough draft was done. Every word would come out of the ether of smoke. The editors would likewise mark up the manuscript in altered states.
The obvious ending is that they didn’t write the book. They scribbled on a couple of pages and got the munchies.
But that’s not true. Tyrese kept Doritos in his desk drawer to ensure devotion to the typewriter. The manuscript was finished on time.
Well then conservative publishers denied their work and blocked the book.
Untrue. A California publisher actually gave them a sizable advance, and the editors of High Times promised at least a semi-favorable review sight-unseen.
Were they busted?
No. The cop was selling to them under the counter.
So what did happen?
The book sucked. The writing was of poor quality and the plot didn’t develop. It had pacing issues and the themes didn’t catch.
It happens to tens of thousands of novels without mind-altering substances every year. Did you think pot would change it?
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