Sunday, June 14, 2015
This was my first scheduled Boston patrol. So to make this as broad as possible, I looked into the center of the city. I meditated along the way, so I wouldn't be so nervous. As I was walking I noticed that even thou the tempo was up, as well as my focus. I soon felt comfortable in the area. I managed to get down streets I never suspected I'd go. I was well coordinated with m bearings. Nobody flinched when they saw me, which makes my work easier. As I went back, I noticed a man, resembling that of Ron Pearlman of Hellboy fame, who was wearing new florescent sneakers that look like the colors of professional football team the Denver Broncos. He was wandering aimlessly on the train. I couldn't confront him, because that would be make things worse because all was based on suspicion. A citizen's arrest wasn't possible because even thou it was suspicious, there was no witness of a crime. 911 would be a waste of time as well, since all it would look like was needless worrying. I focused my eyes, but not looking at him directly, because he changed his shirt mid-way, showing a campfire tattoo on his left bicep. A couple soon talked to this guy. Which comforted me a little bit, until the man in the group left for a stop, leaving the lady with this guy. I hoped they would get off at different stops, as they continued to talk seemingly knowing each other but yet a little green. They get off at the same stop as well as another witness, in which I pray that this whole thing is really nothing but circumstance. Other than that, a great patrol for future times.