August 16, 2019

I had to make a strong comeback from this past Tuesday.  I did Downtown Boston again.  I got my game face ready for the patrol.  As I crossed near a section of Faneuil Hall, a bunch of guys spotted me. It was real thrill that they basically felt great that they saw a superhero.  Already I was on a good start.  I saw a homeless man between the clubs, so I gave him a cereal bar.  I walked down Haymarket.  As I past by a bar in the back, some people spotted me.  It even feels odd that even when you past a double date, that girls look at you more than their dates.  One, who looked like Olivia Newton-John's Sandra Dee in the last scene of the movie Grease, was concerned about my cape.  I will tell you she gave a more logical explanation than Edna Mode, being that I would be caught in a bicycle, motorcycle, or scooter.  I told her I didn't own those, as well as why I decided to go with the cape.  She understood, but they left quickly.  There were a couple of ladies who were very interested in me.  I remembered professional, but I appreciated the care.  I did give them my card in case there was ever a time they needed me.  I will tell, the club was much more active than I perceived.  There were times I had to find a way around than just the sidewalk.  I passed by a couple of salesman that were selling Shawn Mendes concert T-shirts.  I looked at one of the shirts, but it was hard to tell if it was authentic or counterfeit.  All I could do was warn that they have to be real.  Unfortunate, but still something to work on in the. future.  As well, there was a guy who looked like Lil' John (the rapper) laughing about me.  I kept a solid face & tried to make sure he didn't take me as a joke.  Ehh, so-so, but he was no harm.  I did run into a couple of guys.  They did ask a lot of questions.  They were very good questions making sure I was on the up & up.  I assured them, & I did give a card so they can see my work & know I'm for real.  As I passed a building near Cambridge Street, I saw a security guard.  We talked.  He was Southie, reminding me of the old times & how his family was connected to Boston.  He told me about an old gang, the Mustangs.  He was real a great guy to talk to, & he felt good I was doing my job as real life superhero.  It felt great.  I passed by a homeless man I met at my last patrol Downtown.  We walked together & talked.  He needed something so we went to a 7-Eleven.  He got what he needed.  He was asking for money at first until he got to the shelter.  I was nervous.  But after I paid, I gave him ten dollars.  He was joyous, saying, "You really are a superhero."  The clerks looked at me proud.  I know, it's against real life super hero code to give money to the homeless, because of some of the vices they might spend on.  But sometimes always being strict about the rules & losing your heart, doesn't make you much of hero either.  If I'm going to prove that I will but my life & soul into this, I have to back it.  And that means not giving a damn of what's PC.  As I walked down one of the side streets.  I passed a couple kissing.  No need to worry.  But when I heard the lady say no, it was very concerning.  It could've date rape or a sexual assault, I might go back to it later.  As I passed Scholars there was a group that was mostly girls & one guy (no, he wasn't Jack Tripper).  As "Jack" felt very awkward & very afraid, the girls really wanted to talk to me.  I even said to him, "I think the girls are braver than you."  I did give them a card if they need to reach me, & I left.  As I walked up the same side street the couple.  I did act.  All I said is, if everything is all right.  The guy said, "I'm her boyfriend."  I di explain, but the lady was very understanding, saying they were just having a fight.  Since her demeanor was calm & happy, I left knowing everything was alright.  I knew it was risk & it may've made me look foolish.  But like the old saying, "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."  As I passed a movie theater there a couple who were really thrilled of seeing me.  They asked if I would help in the Boston schools due to incidences of sexual assault.  I said yes & gave them mu card for them to reach me.  I also told them to ask their boss to set things up so I can help.  That was amazing!  I went down that side street with gentleman's club there.  No police car, but I did see a man lurking in the shadows smoking a cigarette.  Knowing it probably might be a set up to a mugging, all I did was ask, "Is everything alright?"  He was infuriated, but he did say yes & I left.  At least his cover was temporarily blow.  I told an officer who was patrolling about what I spotted earlier & what.  He was appreciative of both, as we gave each other a fist bump.  I'm feeling more comfortable with Boston Police.  As I passed High Street, there was a moment where I told some guys rot calm down.  Later on as I approached a 7-Eleven near Arch Street.  They asked if I would help in certain occasion, as long as I'm not a vigilante.  I assured them that I wasn't & I gave them my card.  They even introduced me to their ride.  It felt good.  At 7-Eleven I got a couple of juices.  One for me, & one for a homeless man I saw at the corner.  As I brought the juice to the homeless, unfortunately, it was no good because he had diabetes.  I later put that juice on top of a lid of a trash can.  It may not look PC, but ever anyone needed it, it would be there.  My second go-round was told.  At Faneuil Hall, there was a young black man, who looked unconscious holding a cigarette.  I asked if he was okay several times.  I didn't get much of an answer.  I saw two men on the other side, so I went to them to ask about that.  The following was a real insult.  One of the men, laughed very immaturely & took me like a joke, even so much as asking me aside questions in a dire problem.  One of them, which had more maturity than the other guy, told me that they were over there for over thirty minutes but they were fine.  As I left,. the laughter was getting louder.  The people before who talked to mew ere much mature & treated me with respect.  That guy, I think he's a member of the Rolling Eye of Doom.  As I passed the other side, there was a lady who sounded like she was hurt.  I asked if everything was alright.  One of them, basically asked me to do some waving with my hands.  I think she was drunk.  Like last time, the police were around Haymarket.  I was more confident this time, knowing that I was really there to help ion the last occasion, so I was ready.  Immediately, there was a guy acknowledging me, & he was drunk.  He had friend with him, so I told him to call Uber & send him home.  I did see the app at work, so I left.  As I was in the back, there a bunch of workers for a club outside goofing off.  I lectured them to stay professional, this is an important time.  I told at the guy at the door. All he said, "Who the f**k are you?"  Yeah, & I pass by there a lot.  As I crossed to the West End, there was a lady in black dress as well as her friends.  She spotted me, & said, "I love superheroes."  I was going to giver her my card, but she wanted to catch up to her friends I which they were gone.  DAMN!  As I passed the Greatest Bar, the bouncers were real appreciative of what I do.  They even asked about Shadowwolf, who patrolled with me once, I felt good for him.  I did give my card, as I feel more confident than ever.  I did passed another club, no problems.  But one of either a worker or patron came up to me & said they were appreciative.  A friend told me he was drunk, but I asked if he could tell him I said thank you.  Soon as I was in Haymarket, I heard a scream, I ran immediately, only to find out one of my equipment dropped.  Thank God nobody was there, because that would've been a mess.  It'll be something I will have to work on.  Otherwise, a better patrol.