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Celebrity by Jellybean of Thark
June 7th, 2007 8:05 AM
I'm related to a superhero.
A real, not-made-up one even.
He was known as La Aguila Negra. The Black Eagle.
For the span of six months, for the drunks of the small Mexican Town of San Felipe Tlalmimilolpan, to know him, was to know fear.
San Felipe Tlalmimilolpan, it's a small town. It was even smaller back in the middle 1960's. The edges of the town, were either endless cornfields, or just endless fields, and here and there some deep ravines. There were very few electric lights, especially late on a Saturday night.
See, if you were walking home from partying in one of the slightly bigger neighboring towns, like San Bartolo or Capultitlan, it usually meant you were coming home drunk and loud. No one likes you at 3 in the morning when you're full of cheap beer, and cuba libres, and want to tell everyone how great of a time you just had.
However, on the way in, a mile or so outside of town, by the road there were these boulders, big enough for a man to hide behind. If you were on your way into town, you'd blink, and suddenly there'd be this tall man standing on the boulder staring you down. Dressed all in black, with a black cloak, heavy black boots, and a dark mask covering his face.
You'd stare at him for a moment, wondering what was happening, trying to make out who he was. As you start to turn to walk on, at the top of his lungs he'd bellow: "YO SOY LA AGUILA NEGRA". "I AM THE BLACK EAGLE!".
Then, the beating would start.
Of course, being found the next morning, bruised and smelling like liquour, you wouldn't find a lot of people who'd believe you, they'd be certain that you just fell into one of the ravines. They sure wouldn't want to help you go look for this guy.
This man, was a great-great grand uncle of mine, on my father's side. His name was Gosafa, which is Spanish for Jehosofat.
He didn't really do a lot as the Black Eagle, aside from whuppin' on drunks. But that's enough. Think about it, there was this crazy Mexican Batman called Jehosofat that would beat up drunks.
He might've looked something like this guy:
A real, not-made-up one even.
He was known as La Aguila Negra. The Black Eagle.
For the span of six months, for the drunks of the small Mexican Town of San Felipe Tlalmimilolpan, to know him, was to know fear.
San Felipe Tlalmimilolpan, it's a small town. It was even smaller back in the middle 1960's. The edges of the town, were either endless cornfields, or just endless fields, and here and there some deep ravines. There were very few electric lights, especially late on a Saturday night.
See, if you were walking home from partying in one of the slightly bigger neighboring towns, like San Bartolo or Capultitlan, it usually meant you were coming home drunk and loud. No one likes you at 3 in the morning when you're full of cheap beer, and cuba libres, and want to tell everyone how great of a time you just had.
However, on the way in, a mile or so outside of town, by the road there were these boulders, big enough for a man to hide behind. If you were on your way into town, you'd blink, and suddenly there'd be this tall man standing on the boulder staring you down. Dressed all in black, with a black cloak, heavy black boots, and a dark mask covering his face.
You'd stare at him for a moment, wondering what was happening, trying to make out who he was. As you start to turn to walk on, at the top of his lungs he'd bellow: "YO SOY LA AGUILA NEGRA". "I AM THE BLACK EAGLE!".
Then, the beating would start.
Of course, being found the next morning, bruised and smelling like liquour, you wouldn't find a lot of people who'd believe you, they'd be certain that you just fell into one of the ravines. They sure wouldn't want to help you go look for this guy.
This man, was a great-great grand uncle of mine, on my father's side. His name was Gosafa, which is Spanish for Jehosofat.
He didn't really do a lot as the Black Eagle, aside from whuppin' on drunks. But that's enough. Think about it, there was this crazy Mexican Batman called Jehosofat that would beat up drunks.
He might've looked something like this guy:
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posted by Jellybean of Thark on June 7th, 2007 10:10 AM
A lot of weird, wild stuff went down in that town, of which this is probably the tamest.
Okey, so you got me, he was more of a vigilante than a super-hero.
posted by Lizard Boy on June 7th, 2007 10:58 AM
Eh, for all we know he had good intentions and just couldn't find bigger fish to fry than annoying drunks.
Anyway, kudos to you for the story.
posted by rongo rongo on June 7th, 2007 2:58 PM
Hmm, perhaps you would be best off if you did not select a bar as the place to boast about this particular relation.
posted by anna one on June 8th, 2007 4:20 PM
I'll give you points for this:
"His name was Gosafa, which is Spanish for Jehosofat."
That sentence is awesome.
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That is the most entertaining story I've heard so far, but I think that perhaps one needs to do a bit more than simply beat up drunks to be considered a super-hero. I mean, it wasn't like they were breaking the law..they were just easier to beat up. I doubt someone would go to all that trouble to be the "Spirit of Vengeance for the Light Sleeper" . I hate to say it, but I think maybe your great grandfather just had a mean streak in him and a propensity towards fetish gear.
Don't get me wrong, late night drunks are annoying, but If your arch enemy is Doctor Borracho...well, the comic would probably have a pretty short run.