I know this is different but my first rental house in Denver I lived in a cul-de-sac. Across the street was a retired couple and he used to be the sports writer for the Denver Post. Bad diabetic and usually once every few months something would happen with his meds and blood sugar and he would basically turn into the Incredible Hulk. We would hear her screaming and it would take multiple full grown men to hold this normal old dude down. The cops and paramedics would show up and get him straight then he would be fine later. It was always the oddest thing. The point though is meds can do some crazy stuff.
It's almost like every house in denver is on a cul-de-sac