Disturbing discovery

Tonight, I learned that someone with an evil, horrible, Tickle-Me-Elmo-esque laugh lives next door. What's peculiar (aside from this person's unfortunate laugh) is that he (I think? it's difficult to say) seems to laugh at nothing at all. With the window open, I can hear a lot of what goes on next door, but I never hear any conversation, any television program, any anything that would prompt this bizarre cackling. So, in summary: a freak lives next door. This probably shouldn't be surprising, given that yesterday I found four boxes of Cheerios in grocery shopping bags just draped over our fence, like someone was going to bring them into the house, but decided they'd go better in the garbage instead.

I love Queens.