other_streets flux tattoos and tanlines, ripped shirt, a bandanna, muscles rippling, smooth, slow, deliberate movements, meat and mechanics, tools. the neon lights flicker and flash, as those with their own minds walk on past.. i walk past, too, until i think of something better to do. i flip up my phone and walk back, onto the curb, squat, and stare at his eyes.. he looks up, reflects my gaze, continues to tinker and twist, before i loose my nerve, already shot, i stutter, yes, i'm watching a man steal a bicycle, on the corner of broadway and astor, he's right in front of me, he's looking right at me, no i'm not going to get involved, i'll wait until you get here.. continuing to stare straight ahead.. at which the man, thinking better of it, quickly packs up his things, and walks away.. and i watch until he's gone, close my ever silent phone, and wonder if the bypassers would have paid any more attention to casual violence as to casual theft.. 070806 what's it to you? who go blather from