Admittedly, I've never spoken to him. I've just seen him jogging around the neighborhood, wearing only a pair of shorts, very very very low around his hips. And once I saw him over the fence that separates our yards, so I walked up to say hi and then realized he was busy urinating. And now he's out in his yard shooting a compound bow. It's possible he has pants on but there's definitely nothing going on from the waist up. It's mid December and 49° and I am on a postage stamp property in the middle of a huge city and there is a naked man shooting a bow 6 feet from my property line. I feel that nature intended this person to live in the woods somewhere.
It does make me question the safety of my daycare kids while we are in our backyard. The next neighbor over works from home on a Bluetooth headset, chipping foam golf balls over our fence. We just chuck the balls back. I wish this guy's hobby was just as benign for very-close neighbors. My brain maintains a steady buzz of neurotic doom, but up until today, "fiberglass arrow to the subclavian artery while winding up your garden hose at 3 PM" had not occurred to me as a likely way that I'm going to die.
It does make me question the safety of my daycare kids while we are in our backyard. The next neighbor over works from home on a Bluetooth headset, chipping foam golf balls over our fence. We just chuck the balls back. I wish this guy's hobby was just as benign for very-close neighbors. My brain maintains a steady buzz of neurotic doom, but up until today, "fiberglass arrow to the subclavian artery while winding up your garden hose at 3 PM" had not occurred to me as a likely way that I'm going to die.

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