I wake up at ten or eleven and change into the clothes I wore last night—but only if they are not too flashy. I head down to the first floor bathroom, brush my teeth and wash my face. Full Story
I’ll admit it: I’m a Secret Agent. I go by many names and aliases, and like a chameleon, I don different disguises as the situation dictates. But that’s only a part of it. What makes me unique is that I have mastered my craft at such a level, that I not only change superficially but subconsciously too. Full Story