The day before, on April 2, I had gone to a Goodwill store in the city of Orange and
purchased a disguise, clothes that would have suited any bum wandering around nearby MacArthur Park or the broken - bottle district of downtown L.A.: a $ 5 pair of baggy brown pants, marked down to $ 2.50, whose cuffs scraped the floor; a large gold shirt for $ 3; a white tie, with a bright yellow stain, for 15 cents; a pair of brown shoes, which I wore without socks or laces, for $ 5; and the ugliest
sports coat in the store, a black number with red and white flecks, for $ 2.50.