Man in the window contains depictions of sexual violence and is not suitable for everyone.

Please be advised. The kids growing up in the 1990s and a tidy suburban enclave of Citrusites live by a rule.

Stay away from the man in the cream-colored house on Canyon Oak Drive.

But the kids who live next door, like Kevin Tappia and Grant Gorman can't avoid him.

If he saw us or hurt us, he would start yelling at us to get away from the fence and

stop looking in his yard.

Being like, who the fuck do you think you are doing this yard work this early in the morning?

Their neighbor yells at everyone, not just the neighborhood kids.

He yells at their mothers at his young daughters at himself.

On summer nights, it's a treat for Grant to sleep out in the backyard.

The three of us, my little sister and my twin brother, had this giant trampoline that

acted as our mattress and we get our sleeping bags out and a couple blankets and late

into the night just be playing games with each other bring

out some snacks and ghost stories things like that.

But then late in the night they wake up to someone shouting r, cussed-infused rants.

The same curse words, just a lot of the repeating,

F this, I'll kill you, who the fuck do you think you are.

From the trampoline, they can see over the fence into the neighbor's yard.

They see him pacing in small circles, cursing loudly at no one.

And it'd go on for a couple minutes

and he'd just kind of eventually get bored with it

and wander back in.

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