I love this story. Tom Chiarella, a writer for Esquire whose name you'll see a lot here, went out and hired four bodyguards to escort him around New York City. People stare at him, he gets into just about every club, he gets a bunch of phone numbers slipped to him, and generally feels invincible. Chiarella writes a lot of stories about how our reality is often a contruct of other peoples' perceptions. Pay attention.