First, find a trench coat. Preferably non-descript. Belt it around your waist in a feminizing fashion. Pop the broad collar up around your face and learn to peer into the space between it and the brim of your hat. You must wear a hat.
Second, find a shadow that obscures your face. Preferably one that is frequented by junkies and hookers. Spend hours here, hunching your shoulders around your ears. Take one of the aforementioned hookers into your charge. She should be pretty in a dirty, street-worn way. Smoke your cheap cigarettes furiously, blowing the smoke out your nose like a chimney. Do this until it doesn't burn anymore, until you cannot taste or smell.
Finally, opine narratively to the invisible person who follows you everywhere. Talk about dames and the itch between your shoulder blades. Start referring to your feelings as hunches, as you pull whiskey from your flask and grimace to show your teeth.
Repeat steps one through three until, when you go home at night, you go anywhere but home.
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