He was debating if he should take it off the street and needed advice. As we were talking some woman sat down on the chair, right while Walter was standing next to it! So, Walter walked down the block a little. As we were talking the woman’s friends joined her. They didn’t take the chair — they turned it on its side, put boxes on it and went into a restaurant. They were hiding it! Walter told me this and asked my advice. I said something like this, “Dude, you want the chair, you were there first, some chick just came by and sat in it! Law of the streets man, if it’s on the street, it’s fair game — go, go, go, GO! Call me when you get home!” 18 minutes later, he calls. He said something like, “I just said screw it, I went over to the chair, threw the boxes down and made this loud noise, I didn’t care, I took the chair and never looked back. Thanks for the pep talk.” I like that story, it has everything. Action, drama, suspense, a whole lot of comedy and two idiots. All this for a chair that was probably used in a photo spread that involved men and oil. You never know, this is New York City.