This is Chops. Chops has excellent timing. He decided to tag our ambulance with a black marker just as Stephen, Dan and I were returning to it from Union Pool in Brooklyn. I chased him into a hotel hurling expletives, and subsequently got to learn of his nihilistic plight. The tag washed off with some Goo-Gone and a scrubby, and before we parted ways he allowed me to snap this shot of him.