From the Author
It was 2001, and the dot.com bubble was bursting. My timing was bad - a few months previous I left a steady job to work for a "promising" startup that offered more money. As a salesman, I quickly realized the product they hired me to sell was doomed. I drew this conclusion despite claims otherwise by some smart (and temporarily wealthy) people. Like many during that time, they had been sucked into an illusion.
I sat at my cubicle in Silicon Valley, regretful, certain I'd be unemployed soon. The customers I'd been assigned had all considered my proposals and firmly declined. I had nothing to do, and the boredom was killing me. Spontaneously, I started writing.
Three months later I was at a new gig, one that involved regular travel to Asia. I sat on a jet over the Pacific Ocean, hunched over my notebook, typing like a mad man. The paragraph I had written while employed at the now defunct company had become a novel, and the first draft was nearly finished.
The characters and situations I write about come from my youth, a time when my companions were irreverent and reckless, and I participated willingly in endeavors that for a few had permanent consequences. These episodes occurred in places like Sacramento, Reno, Salt Lake City, and Ely, Nevada. Some of my old friends are respectable citizens today, others are in and out of jail, and some didn't make it.
I hope you enjoy STATELINE. Please feel free to e-mail me at Dave@DanRenoNovels.com