I magine yourself in a strange city where you have no close, trusted friends. You avoid the other people in your apartment building because your photo has been prominently displayed in supermarket tabloids, and in weekly newsmagazines. You’re being hunted by the FBI, the U.S. Marshals, and the Secret Service, so you’re afraid of getting too friendly with anyone. And your biggest form of entertainment is the very thing you’re being hunted for.