Was taking my bike out through the basement exit yesterday–per co-op rules, anything you can’t carry has to go in or out through the basement–when I saw a man letting his dog shit on the tiny wedge of grass in front of the building. I rode by the man, on my out to the park. Then decided, Fuck this. I stopped. Turned back. “Excuse me,” I say, trying to be polite. “Did your dog just take a shit back there?” This is one of those third-person, disembodied moments, when I can’t really believe I’m doing what I’m doing. It’s like…