a) the guy hasn't even been seen in my borough, much less my neighborhood, and (b) I'm pretty sure there are other rapists in Queens who never make it to Gawker.

I stopped forgetting to lock the door right quick.

Of course, that guy was way more terrifying before I saw his blog.

I think we could make those, Perkins. It would be easy to knit. lemme look for a pattern.

Woot! That would rock.

Dude, you've always got to lock your door!!! Do we need to call the It Takes A Thief boys on you?

My neighbors, who live right next to the elevator, leave their door open and slightly ajar.

This is in spite of the fact that the door has extra deadbolts installed, and a metal strip along the doorjam, because it had obviously been broken into in the past.

Oh, and the suspected rapist does get around: [link]

The next few days are going to be filled with the police's near-misses with suspected sex attacker Peter Braunstein, aren't they? After sightings in Chelsea and Queens, a Court Street coffee shop owner says Braunstein ordered some coffee even with a police van outside.

Oh, OK, at least it makes vague amounts of sense to have signs up FREAKING EVERYWHERE if he's been "seen" in Queens.

Dude, you've always got to lock your door!!!

I know! But my last apartment had an automatic lock, so I hadn't gotten into the habit.

A doorknob lock? That doesn't even count.

I don't lock my door because I don't want to lock myself out. I also grew up in the country and you just didn't lock your door.

A doorknob lock? That doesn't even count.

I also had a doorman and I lived on the fifteenth floor!