Smoking Diary: Stuck on a Title, Whoops Version

It was 3:29am, and your narrator began an 80-minute ramble about the struggle to title a book. First trick: Brevity! (A joke.) But something went wrong with the recording. Nearly an hour and a half of wisdom and nonsense, featuring a distant droning siren, the tiny meow of a cat next door, and a long riff about Gatorade Zero, but alas, the recording does not work for our purposes, and we do not have time to record a replacement.

In its stead, please accept this Upright Citzen’s Brigade sketch on the “titular line” of a movie.

Be well. Stay hydrated. We’ll be back next week.

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