My name is Zeke. As a teenager, I was a window peeper. My teachers always said I was curious as a cat. I peeped in school closets and strange doors. It was more that curiosity. I found what was missing in my life looking in the windows of others. The following confession is about my career as a window peeper during my last three years of high school. My family was the lowest form of white trash being drunks and makers of meth. I hated my family and peeped in the windows of others and dreamed of having a respectable life. I had big eyes, but silent wings. A boy must learn to fly and become a man with eyes focused on the future and not in wishful wanting of what is seen thru the windows of others. This is the story of my survival in the white trash gutter, the earning of my wings, and becoming a man.