The custodian from the crazy-place outbroken.
I took a job as a handyman at the L. A. (Lower Alabama)
Folk Life Center. I called myself the Anthropologist-in-Residence
(AIR). I wrote the Anthropologist-in-Residence (AIR) Creed.
The executive director didn't like the cut of my jib. I had
an attitude. Short for shitty attitude. Wouldn't you? Quod vide.
Which see.