One time while I was riding the bus, some poor kid had to sit next to me, the big scary White Spider Monkey. I was staring out the window, when I felt something on my arm. I turned down to look and the kid was petting my arm. Not a lot of extraneous hair in Suriname. The villagers didn’t have eyebrows sometimes. So, arm hair? An oddity. I smiled at the kid and laughed about it. My friend’s home-stay brother liked to touch the hair on his head. I guess if nothing else, I brought a little genetic diversity to Suriname, if only as a side show on a DJ Bus.