1. Back in May, at around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, a man stopped me on a busy street in the Financial District of New York City. We were under blue scaffolding, partially shaded from the bright, sunny day. He motioned for me to take my headphones out of my ears—a Strokes song was playing—and after I did, he said in a low tone, "Give me your phone and your wallet."
2. I smiled. I tried to move out of his way. He got into my way again.
3. I asked, "Are you joking?"
4. He poked me in my side. I looked down and saw the barrel [...]