Two guys, a whole lot of dope, and a plan.
That's all that ex-cons Steve Wilson and Eddie Jones need, in Gil Miller's brilliant novel Spree. And if you're thinking, "Wait. Plan + dope does not usually = smart," you haven't heard the half of it.
When Eddie and Steve are released from jail, after doing time for the second strike in a three-strikes-you're-out state, they're at loose ends. Aimless, jobless, no goals except (somehow) avoiding a third arrest that will put them away for good. And then Eddie gets a call with some more bad news... his brother in Jersey has just been diagnosed with brain cancer, has no insurance, and needs a treatment without which he will die.
And that he can't come close to affording.
So now Eddie and Steve have a mission. Drive from L.A. to Atlantic City, robbing a few convenience stores along the way as a sort of mercy-based involuntary fundraiser, and save Jimmy's life.
The problem is, Steve's not the sharpest tool in the drawer, and Eddie is very likely batshit insane. And that's only for starters.
Spree is a wild, exciting, often split-your-gut-laughing-hilarious chase across the United States with two losers that you can't help wanting to win. To give any more details would give away a plot that is so much fun to watch unfolding that you may well read the whole thing in one sitting. So climb into a car with this latter-day weed-smoking Butch and Sundance, fasten your seatbelts, hang on, and get ready for a hell of a ride.