Bogey Man
So I was trying to explain what "boogy" means in English, it's got various meanings. Boogy on down to the beach to catch the sunset then dinner and a movie, for starters.
But this was November 1st, the day after Halloween, Chilean National Holiday for All Souls Day where everyone goes to the graveyard, unwittingly I'd just had a dream about a funeral, and I just had to bring up the definition of...the Boogey Man.
It was the previous Saturday night when we'd decided not to go to that one show and we stayed at a local dive drinking numerous piscolas, she explained to me she was dissatisfied with the Chilean government. If it were up to her, she'd Robespierre Pinochet and all the crooks and killers and abusers of human rights who are getting off scott-free under this "liberal" government. I told her that was just as bad as what Pinochet did. She got mad a me, but then forgot why.
Walking home, she told me she'd kill, with her bare hands, anyone who'd try to do me harm. I thought it was funny. And then i locked eyes with a gentleman sniffing neoprene by a couple garbage cans on the corner, and he had a very funny expression on his face.
His eyes were the whitest, largest eyes I'd ever seen in my life, and they locked on to me and they didn't let go. They locked on to her, too. If we weren't so drunk and belligerent it would have unsettled the core of my being I'm sure. As it was, he left me feeling very unsettled.
Those eyes followed us as we ran.
We ran, two blocks to the house, scurried up the stairs, jumped into bed and pulled the covers up to our chins, teeth chattering -- that was the bogeyman.
But this was November 1st, the day after Halloween, Chilean National Holiday for All Souls Day where everyone goes to the graveyard, unwittingly I'd just had a dream about a funeral, and I just had to bring up the definition of...the Boogey Man.
It was the previous Saturday night when we'd decided not to go to that one show and we stayed at a local dive drinking numerous piscolas, she explained to me she was dissatisfied with the Chilean government. If it were up to her, she'd Robespierre Pinochet and all the crooks and killers and abusers of human rights who are getting off scott-free under this "liberal" government. I told her that was just as bad as what Pinochet did. She got mad a me, but then forgot why.
Walking home, she told me she'd kill, with her bare hands, anyone who'd try to do me harm. I thought it was funny. And then i locked eyes with a gentleman sniffing neoprene by a couple garbage cans on the corner, and he had a very funny expression on his face.
His eyes were the whitest, largest eyes I'd ever seen in my life, and they locked on to me and they didn't let go. They locked on to her, too. If we weren't so drunk and belligerent it would have unsettled the core of my being I'm sure. As it was, he left me feeling very unsettled.
Those eyes followed us as we ran.
We ran, two blocks to the house, scurried up the stairs, jumped into bed and pulled the covers up to our chins, teeth chattering -- that was the bogeyman.
posted by Chileno @ 2:24 PM
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I was about to write a funny comment but then I thought of the time when I lived an Chile and often heard the "whistles" while walking down the hills of Valparaiso late at night. That is the way the "lanzas" (robbers) would communicate with each other and often a sign that an "asalto" is about to occur. I know what you felt that night in the street. That really must have been bogey man.
Anonymous, I think YOU are the bogey man.
Lansas are usually ugly like the boogieman himself!
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