I think because of my unique attire, the guards at Natural History museum wave me through bag checks and such. They know me in the Eskimo Hall too. The guards probably wonder why I’m sitting on a camping stool and not being escorted into the Prada runway show at Bryant Park. What can I say, I own all these fancyboy clothes, so I might as well wear them. I’ve even caught the Northwest Coast Indian tribal masks gaping at me.
