Saturday, September 15, 2018
September 14, 2018
Working a little later than usual. Felt like I left in a rush as I left one of my phones behind. I was lucky I had one, as you see later, I really needed it. I was starting to develop more of a Triple H vibe to myself, which helped. As I passed Ashmont Station with smell of barbecue, I almost felt like having a rack of baby back ribs. It didn't help that someone screamed, "Monster!" as I walked. "Boogeyman in Boston. More at 11." As I walked I noticed an ambulance turn down a side street with sirens, I think it was Dix Street. The was an a police car there which meant a crime scene. I may look like Batman, but I don't have pull like the Dark Knight. I passed by some young men having drinks outside a business. They said I was Batman. I explained who I really was and what I do. I feel like I developed a little bit of street cred, especially when they say they know where to turn when there's trouble. As well, as I passed another street, I noticed a lot of honking in which people cried, "SUPERHERO!" I waved like the Adam West Batman in the start of the Batman '66 movie. I decided to turn back when I saw a pizza man and others looking at me oddly. Last thing I want to do is be burned. A couple of mistakes soon followed. One as a pitbull came up to me as I was walking, he tried to sniff me. I had a feeling he knew I was friendly, but I couldn't stop. I wasn't worried about Mr. 305, I was more worried about Ms. 911. As I passed a park on Fields Corner, I noticed some serious screaming. One person was extremely agitated. The other was trying to calm him down. But from what I noticed it wasn't working too well, as the angry one was yelling obscenities. I noticed the non-verbal communication, & I knew it was close to dangerous. I soon had to intervene. I didn't like the way I started as I went in like Mr. Rogers. I felt like I lost control from the get-go, as the non-aggressor told me to back off as the violent one started spewing barks. I soon left as I knew I lost control. But unlike the last time as I let it be, this time I walked a distance as I heard more violent yelling and called 911. I hope that the handling by the police would be a lot better than the way I did. But this was something I knew I could handle. I have to develop a bad-ass attitude if I am to be taken truly seriously. Crap like what I did almost put me out 8 years ago. A repeat would've been a lot closer. I know the next time, I have to do better than settling for field goals.