One night not long ago, Jason Segel walked out of a restaurant on Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles and saw a kid on the sidewalk, maybe 17, struggling to light what appeared to be a half-smoked cigarette. Segel, a smoker himself and a friend to fiends in need—”There’s not too many of us left,” he points out—proffered a fresh one from his own pack. The kid looked up, face full of withering 17-year-old pity, and said, “This is a joint, sir.”
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