Recently my second novel came out. I’d describe it like this:
NOISE BAND; CAR CRASHES; WEIRD LOVE.
Scott McClanahan, author of Crappalachia said: “Bud Smith is a great writer, F250 is full of Jager shots, blood, Bmw hatred and people with their faces ripped off.”
Ben Loory said, author of Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day said, “Bud Smith is Nick Hornby if you strapped him to a Tesla coil and launched him into a Sun made of Poetry.”
Here’s the synopsis of F250: Lee Casey plays guitar in a noise band called Ottermeat, about to leave NJ, to try and make it in Los Angeles. For now, he’s squatting in a collapsing house, working as a stone mason, driving a jacked up pickup truck that he crashes into everything. As a close friend Ods in his sleep, Lee falls into a three-way relationship with two college girls, June Doom and K Neon. F250 is a novel equal parts about growing up, and being torn apart.
If you purchase a signed paperback of F250, I am including a free chapbook of poems called Dust Bunny City, about the time I took my wife day-drinking in NYC and encountered some strangeness. The poems are narrative, funny and bizarre.