Ugh, when I was little I walked into the living room and a guy had his face pressed up against our screen door, staring into our living room. I screamed and my mom ran in and saw that it was "Shorty" this guy in our neighborhood to did things like sniff bras hanging out on clotheslines and drop trau and pee in yards. This was Indiana in the 80's and he was this guy everyone just kind of accepted as a nutjob.

Looking back, he really needed a caretaker because he had some serious issues no one seemed to deal with.