CRIME BLOTTER

4 A.M.'S NO TIME FOR LOVIN'

4 A.M.'S NO TIME FOR LOVIN' Things in Brooklyn generally go a little wacky in the wee hours on weekends—especially when a full moon's on the way. Sunday the 26th was no exception.

Shortly after 4 a.m., according to the Post, 25-year-old Bed-Stuy resident Kevin Brown got into a tussle with his girlfriend in her apartment. Like most 4 a.m. tussles, things got loud quickly, then got way out of hand. Brown smacked the woman, then threatened her and her father with a knife. Then things escalated from the "out of hand" to the "overly dramatic" to the "utterly surreal," as Brown tossed a television set out the window, then got a bottle of maple syrup and, for reasons Brown himself may not fully understand, poured it all over the bed, making everything awfully sticky.

Police showed up a few minutes later and nabbed the fiend, who's being charged with most everything, from menacing and weapons possession to wasting a perfectly good bottle of Log Cabin.

As Brown was being arrested, more ugliness was developing along a brownstoned block in Park Slope, where violent street crime has been almost unheard of for the past decade.

Leroy McFadden, 22, got into a loud argument (witnesses say over a woman) with an unknown man on 2nd St. between 5th and 6th Aves. While that's certainly not rare, all the gunshots that rang out around 4:30 certainly were.

Proving that the neighborhood was unused to this sort of thing, residents up and down the street, after being roused by the gunfire, ran outside to see what was happening. There they found McFadden (who'd been shot four times and was all messed up) lying dead in the road. The assailant apparently sped away in a car, which police found abandoned later. They're still looking for the gunman.

Around noon on Monday, another one of those self-centered, inconsiderate schizophrenics had to go and make a hash of everyone's pleasant lunch by killing himself.

Glenn Moosnick, an artist with a history of mental problems, went as high in the Time Warner building's atrium as he could go. Then he climbed over the railing and took a 50-foot dive, nearly hitting several people who were just passing through. It was only the most recent in a string of tragedies to take place in the obviously cursed shopping and office complex.

The following day another man decided to take another indoor plunge, and was only slightly more considerate about it. Stanley Goldsmith was a 69-year-old bike messenger who'd been working for the same law firm for the past 14 years. On Tuesday morning, he ascended the exposed staircase to the 48th floor and made his leap, landing 10 stories below, near the firm's lobby. He left no note, so his motivations remain unclear. It's perfectly reasonable, however, that he woke up that morning with the cold realization that he was a 69-year-old law firm bike messenger. o