This [profile of a professional pickpocket](http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2013/01/07/130107fa_fact_green#ixzz2HDQcrD6a “The New Yorker: A Pickpocket’s Tale”) in the New Yorker is fascinating:
> 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.”
> Again, 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.
There’s also a (http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2013/01/video-the-art-of-pickpocketing.html “New Yorker: The Art of Pickpocketing”) of Apollo doing his thing. Amazing.