Growing up in Illinois in the Eighties, my life was quite idyllic. There was only one persistent dark cloud on my perfect horizon - the Booger Man. A faceless enigma.
Adults were supposed to know everything, but nobody seemed to know anything about the Booger Man.
I would often lay awake in bed at night wondering what he looked like, if he was married, if he had kids, where he lived, what type of car he drove, that kinda stuff.
Now, as an adult, I know all of the answers to my childhood questions... because I am the Booger Man.