Sunday, July 8, 2018
I did the same area because the last patrol, however fruitful, was very short. I felt I didn't give it enough quality. However, to spice it up, I tried a different direction by trying a different street. It was a baptism of fire. As I walked down the new air, I felt an air that I never felt before. The smell of barbecue of hot dogs, hamburgers, and chicken filled the air from the holiday weekend cookouts. I even saw something beautiful, a subway train sleeping when it's not at work. It was a thing of beauty and silence that words can't describe. As I made it down the end, I passed an area with some bars. Already, I had a feeling of an old fifties art deco painting come to life. I would go down further but it was my first time. For personal reasons, I decided to head back. As I did I saw a man drunk yelling at his cell phone. He crossed the street recklessly, as a car almost hit him because of it. He got angry back. I would help but I remember one time I did, let's say I was lucky he was coherent enough to see. Would I go down that route of a street again? Sadly, no. For "personal reasons."