Beware of the West Side!

You see a lot of interesting people on the Upper West Side--a middle-aged man on a unicycle, a geisha, a full array of Stuyvesant teachers lurking near Sephora to spot me in the act of shopping for the perfect Hard Candy glitter eyeliner ("So that's what you've been up to since high school!")--but by far the coolest man ever to be spotted on the stretch of Broadway between 72nd and 81st was the old guy selling knives.

At least I think he was selling them.

In any case, there was an older man crouched on a stoop, a large variety of used-looking knives, not in any sort of packaging, at his feet. His legs were spread, knees up, in short yet baggy shorts, revealing a thin layer of tighty-whitey and a whole lot more. The combination of sharp metal and male anatomy, all on one stoop, all so close to the friggin' Fairway, was a little much to handle. This may be enough to keep me on the East Side for a few days.