I was out shooting at 3 a.m. last week when a young guy really spooked me. He was scary because he was very high and entirely fearless. He laughed when I shouted at him and again when I shoved him in the chest. We sparred in the middle of Washington Street and then I went into the Standard Grill to hide. Walking home, I stopped a squad car and described him to the two NYPD officers inside. "Did you call 911?" they asked, their mouths full of hot pizza.