So when I get up this morning and look out my window, I see police cars in front of the church. Stepping out onto the street, I see news vans lined up the blocks, and a few more cop cars as well. Nothing's taped off, so I head up Court St. to work. I forgot to check NY1.com to figure out what was going on when I got to the office, and then had something to do in midtown and forgot about it completely. Heading back to the apartment tonight I saw the news vans again, reminding me to look things up when I got upstairs.

It turns out that the Halloween Rapist, Peter Braunstein, was (maybe) spotted buying coffee downstairs from me. So that's a little disturbing, in that the dude seems to be about a big of a whacko as they come. Props to Bococa Café, though.


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