On and Off Broadway

I was crossing Broadway today, agog at how the street was closed down by my apartment because strong winds had blown debris off an under-construction building, when a man with a camera approached. "I'm a newspaper photographer and I just took a sick picture of you," he said, handing me a New York Post card and showing me the image on his screen. "Can I get your name?" I saw no reason why not. And when he offered to send me the image, I said that'd be great. It is pretty sick, isn't it? (I'm not crediting him yet because I don't want this post to jeopardize the chances of my picture ending up in the paper—that's what a filthy whore for publicity I am.) His name was Chad Rachman. Funnily enough, I was once shot by a New York Times photographer while on Fifth Avenue, but I only learned about it when I came across myself in the paper. It's here somewhere....