“Great,” I said. “Sydnee or whatever your name is. What’s the name of your book?” She straightened. “It’s called A Petite Chronicle of the Crawl. One Lady’s Journey into Enlightenment Through Knowledge and Scholarship and Three-Beat Poetry.” “Sounds like a great time. If you guys really want to learn about this stuff, read that book. I guarantee it can’t possibly be less interesting than this bullshit.” “Thank you, Carl,” Sydnee said. “Can I put your endorsement on the cover?” “Absolutely,” I said.
