I was in the subway and someone stole my tripod... I was lugging it around to shoot some of the Love Letters stuff on the el. So I put it down for about a minute to make a few photos of the Daily News cover "Hide Your Dogs" and I turned around and it was gone. I had to guess which direction it went... where I was standing it could have gone down to the subway or up to the el. I picked the right way, westbound el, and grabbed it from this guy making off with it.
I was about to punch this guy dead in the fucking face when I pulled it from his hand, I mean I was going to fucking clock whoever stole it... but I just started laughing. I mean, look at this guy. So we rode the el together to 40th St. and when I asked him about whether he was going to use the tripod or sell it, he answered with a long rambling story of how he was a photographer 40 years ago and something about how he delivered weapons and food on a bicycle in Vietnam. Oh, Christ.
Sad to say, I didn't get any good photos from this meeting even though I made him let me take 10 photos of him as reperations.