The New Yorker magazine profiles a pickpocket:
A few years ago, at a Las Vegas convention for
magicians, Penn Jillette, of the act Penn and Teller, was introduced to a
soft-spoken young man named Apollo Robbins, who has a reputation as a
pickpocket of almost supernatural ability. Jillette, who ranks
pickpockets, he says, "a few notches below hypnotists on the show-biz
totem pole," was holding court at a table of colleagues, and he asked
Robbins for a demonstration, ready to be unimpressed. Robbins demurred,
claiming that he felt uncomfortable working in front of other magicians.
He pointed out that, since Jillette was wearing only shorts and a
sports shirt, he wouldn’t have much to work with.
"Come on," Jillette said. "Steal something from me."
Robbins begged off, but he offered to do a trick instead. He instructed
Jillette to place a ring that he was wearing on a piece of paper and
trace its outline with a pen. By now, a small crowd had gathered.
Jillette removed his ring, put it down on the paper, unclipped a pen
from his shirt, and leaned forward, preparing to draw. After a moment,
he froze and looked up. His face was pale.
"Fuck. You," he said, and slumped into a chair.
Robbins held up a thin, cylindrical object: the cartridge from Jillette’s pen.
Read the entire story: A Pickpocket’s Tale. The spectacular thefts of Apollo Robbins. The New Yorker>>
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