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was in a segmant on Boston Neighborhood News January 13, 2023. Look at the timestamp 4:45. A great segnment my thanks to Natalie Candler (reporter) and Rich Rosenthal (cameraman/director) for a fantanstic segmant. And thank you, Faith Imafidon (News Director) for interviewing me and a great introduction)
This is a photo taken at the New England Patriots Cheerleaders Calander Launch Party. This was always my personal Christmas. Not in the sense of gifts, but in the meaning of being round family and friends that Arte true and in a sense of peace and goodwill. Why would people thinksomething like this is necessary for me? Paart is a pay-tir-forward by someone who became a hero at the right moment that you never expect. As I was bullied in high school, I was always considered a freak and even an outcasts to the outcasts. One time, when I was in high school, I was sent to a guidance counselor's office after being bullied constantly. I did cry my eyes out because I was so hurt by the bullying. When the guidance counselor cameo in the lobby of the office, she told me that I was too loud and had to lower my voice. (Very humiliating as you can tell). Now months later, I was on the "intermural" wrestling tea (WWE wrestler This was one practice John Cena I am not. And rapping, I am a weaker form of WCW wrestler PN News). This was one the one practice we had a shorter area. SO the varisity team was practicing, while myself, the junior varsity team, and the seventh and eighth graders were on the side to wait and to behave. I tried to find a quiet area to, but I was bullied constantly. I tried to avoid trouble. However, it was very diffuicult. When I was in the lobby afterwards waiting for my mother to pick me up and go home while she went to work. I cried in the area near the door. The cheerleading team were waiting for their time to practice. The coach came to me. She wasn't upset nor embarrassed. She comforted me during my moment of emotional pain until my mother came./ The next day, I quit the team, afterwards I was home tutored. With as bad as high school was, if it was for that coach in a sport I didn't partake it, concerned my well-being with kindness.
now everybody's knows, I'm a bOston boy, thru and thru. I love the Boston sports teams, Boston Red Sox, BostonBruins, Boston Celtics, New England Revolution, Boston Cannons, Massachusetts Pirates, and of course, the New England Patriots. Now I had a supportive relations with Patriots Cheerleaders because of a former cheerleader, Alaxa, who is the daughter of football great Doug Flutie. HThe son has autism, something I had. And at the time I was looking I was looking for ideas on serves, since Flutie is one of our great footnball icons and the PPAtriots organization has been known for volunteering. I did get a representative and respectful communicagtion was developed. And I was their supporter after home games, whether win or defeat. This was especially helpful during the time of my mother's passing, since they have remained true throughout the whole process. A small amount of knidness helped me tremendously during that short itime, where there wasn't any. it hjelped on my communication, my confidence, and self-esteem. And thru good and bad, I can confidently say that there no bad athletes or mean ones on that squad, ever. The laic parties are my personal Christmas. Even family and friends show that kindness back, something I am too humbled to earn , as well as their gratitude. And yes, from reading about the sport, I will hoonestly, throbservationa s well, that these ladies and gentlemen, have such strong discipline that can rival the players they root for, and even some police and soldiers. Their training is something I respect, from what I've read and research thru the reality shoiw, Making of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders (and I can honestly say that was WAY better in family and being a role model, than the Karadshians). If was for them, there would be no Basilisk, no #darkknightofdorchester . The point is that a hero doesn't always come in a cape or a mask, on a majestic horse, a badge, a stethoscope, or a robe. It can anybody or anything with a kind heart and a good soul.. And anyone who questions seeing male cheerleaders, I HAVE FIVE WORDS FOR YOU!!!! "Samuel L Jackson. Google it." Nuff' said. Keep Cheering my friends.I've been seeing seei and hearing the #NBAFinals between the #BostonCeltics and the #GoldenStateWarriors. I expected that we would have a great series and thus I was happiliy proven correct. However, there has been some heat from the bOston fans to gthe Warriors. Let me tell, I am a true Boston sportds fan, thru and thru. I'm far from fair weather. That's especially true for the other sports teams, #Bruins, #RedSox, #MLSRevolution, #MLLCannons, the #WNBAConnecticutSun, #MassachusettsPirates, and of course, the New England Patriots. I remembered years ago, going to an event at #DellariaSalon. I asked on of the New England Patriots Cheerleaders who was there sponoring it about their rivalry between thgemselves and the #jetsflightcrew, the Cheerleaders for the New York Jets, which debuted around that year. She said there was no rivalry, there was mutual friendship and respect. That made me feel goog. Why? Because in rivalries in sports, especially as heated as Boston-New York, it's nice to know that at the end of the day after the game, that's all it is, a game. And let me tell you, I am a true Boston sports fan. NBothing fair weather about it. And the 7 out of 13 years as a real life superhero thgat I patrol the great city of Boston, the love you guys have given me gave me new life and a stronger drive. And I know how strong we are on sports. We are a city of champions. Please show that same regards to Warriors. Be classy, in victory and defeat. And to you Warriors. You have the ability to be a franchise. But letr me give you a piece of advice. If you can't take the critisms, the boos, the jeers, and the heat, then all you guys are weak in spirit. Ans if you honestly, think that I'm not one to judge; IU've been called a lot of nasty things that are way too vulgur, I have been betrayed, my feelings hurt, my trust broken. But I've always stayed professional, I've3 always kept my code, and I never lost the way. After all, you're called the Golden State WARRIORS, not the Golden State CRYBABIES. Stay classy, stay professional, and let the best team win. #BostonStrong #stayclassy #stayprofessional #goodsportsmanship #KeepCheering
Someone asked me to check something in Newbury Street in the Back Bay. As hard as it is to patrol that area, I still had a duty to help the people of Boston. Finding the usual garage thru the South End wasn't as easy as I thought. My usual route to the garage was possibly blocked due to the blockade4 done for the dining for the restaurants during the COVID situation. I had to find another garage, but I manage to find one immediately. I decided to change my route from walking straight to Massachusetts Avenue towards Back Bay. Even if I could do Methadone Mile, there was a heavy presence from State Police. I have a good relations with Boston Police, however State Police might be a different issue. My plan was going to go to Newbury Street first then Boylsrton Street, more on that later. As I hit Newbury, I managed to see that most of the restaurants had outside dining. As the cold of fall comes thru, I would worry that the servers would need heavier attire to go the outdoor area. Otherwise, COVID would be the least of the worries. I managed to make good responses to some of the people around Newbury Street as well as Boylston Street. I managed to run into a man carrying a plastic bag, POSSIBLY heading home. I explained who I was. He laughed as if said he never saw someone like me before. He felt safe. However, I had to adjust my walk speed slower so not as to startle him. I soon managed to get to the area where I promised. However there was nothing suspicious, but I didn't see anywhere I could get a better look, so I had to pass by.
My walk into Boylston Street went well. But I did see a car managing to get reckless again. Yes, they called Batman, but there is a line you never cross and that is being reckless on the road. I tried to get heir attention. However, they didn't care. Bu t I had to be very commanding by knocking on the window. I had to yell at them to start being more mature. They really didn't car. However as the light turned green and there was another car behind it, I had to let it go. I was very frustrated and very nervous. I could've tried another way, however riskier. But I chose not to. I made a mistake and I was damn frustrated, but I had to move on nevertheless. I soon spotted some people in a park opposite the Boston Public Library. Since there wasn't any cars, I came up to the location. I asked what was going on. They were thrilled to see me. They answered my question and I asked them to be careful. I met some more people and they were very interested in me. I soon left as I saw a car parked on the other side on the way heading out. I thought I could try to help them get out of a parallel parking. As I soon came up I had a damn good reason, it was a BMW. As I approached, for the first time the lady and her friends screamed as if I was Jason Vorhees. I calmed them down and explained who I was. After I apologized, I asked if they need help to get out for he spot. But they were fine. well, that was my facepalming moment. D'Oh!
IU decided to travel down to Fenway-Kenmore for the first time. It wasn't;'t as interesting as I traveled a short distance, with the only thing interesting was seeing three guys in an alley around the area. I called them out and asked them if everything is okay. They were so I told them to be safe and to behave. That was a very interesting patrol.
Upon request of a citizen, I had to do a patrol during the daytime, which was rare at the time in the last few years. I di the area of Washington Street. As I went down Bailey Street. As a man passed by, he asked if it was Halloween. I explained who I am. In response, he was so amazed by who I was, he even doing a video call to his friend via cell phone. As I went down Ashmont Street, I even redid the path of the classic ride when I was a little boy. It was blast from the past. I even saw a woman bending on the ground with a paper bag. When I asked if she needed help. She replied she was taking care of weeds. When I explained who I was to reassure why I asked in the first time. She was appreciative of what I did. As I walked down a church I noticed a homeless man who was sleeping on the steps. I checked to see if he was coinscious or in need of going to the hospital, but it turned out as he turned his head, he was actually asleep. I left, I knew he is alright. As I saw the two witnesses who saw me, I came up to them to assure them who I was. They feel very appreciative. As I passed by Four Corners/Geneva community rail stop, I noticed a car parked in an odd place, but I also noticed the white car, with tinted windows. They were very tinted windows, way passed the legal limit. I kept checking around. The only visible part, was the November inspection sticker, which was rarely seen. But all of a sudden, a man called me and escorted me to the barber shop and the owner of the car. It was man who looked like DJ Khaled only with less facial hair and with cornhole haircut. In which he was dressed in jeans and work boots (I know they call it urban, so much for my knowledge of fashion styles). When I explained to him why I was there. He left immediately without having his haircut finished and the apron on. I chased after him and told him even thou I couldn't arrest him, I advised him to get those windows de-tinted, I also advised him to return the apron to the barber shop. Even thou he left in a hurry, it was till suspicious, so I thought of going to the police station after the patrol to report this. As I kept walking I met more people who felt very grateful for my work. Even meeting those who are willing to stand by my side. Where I finished, I went to the police station, I explained everything. the officer didn't know me, so she felt odd about me. I told her what I saw with the car, but she said there was little to be done. But I explained I knew what I was doing.
As I cro the ssed thru Mattapan, I had to make it shorter for on oncoming patrol. As you can see it's a wee smaller. As I passed the night club (or restaurant. God, it's strange how many ways clubs are said), they do remember me, which is pretty good. As I heard some noise on the other side of River Street, I heard some odd noises. Like a banshee (did you expect mew to say Bat Out of Hell?), I saw a group of young men hanging around a parking lot. I had to use a flashlight, since the area looked mostly dark. The guys were fooling, but were put off by the light (which can be understandable) but as well as my helmet, the cape, and the mouth mask with COVID going around, says the idiots who weren't wearing masks. I asked why they were parking here, which looked like a commercial parking lot, but they said they were parking going to the club. Life is full of questions, and then there's Mastercard. Nothing much happened. Just some block parties. But as I got a little higher up Blue Hill Avenue, there were people who were really grateful to see me. Some neighbors really felt safe with me there. IU managed to pass up to Chey Voix. It felt like my version of Crime Alley, as I heard the voice in head being a statement a young girl made after the shooting in 1994 on the ten o'clock news. "We do everything our parents tell us, we do everything our teachers tell us, we do everything our leaders tell us. Why?" That same speech over my head countless times. However it felt better as I was greeted warmly by the Boston Police from Mattapan passing by. It felt like a spiritual blessing. ]I tried to walk up Morton Street, but it was the wrong side, as there was a hill immediately, best not to cross it. However, there was a lady who came up asking for a couple of dollars. I didn't have it but I offered a cereal bar, but she refused. As I headed back, I n noticed the same SUV at Blue Hill Sounds. The first time the lights were on and I came to investigate. The driver was anxious and refused to communicate. The xsecond time the lights were off. But as I came to check out, the driver spotted me and s was still very beligerant. I tried to get a conversation, but refused and drove away, but only to come back when I was gone. I'm a little concerned about. For better or worse for all involved in a civil manner, I'll figure out how to look at this. As I passed by a snack stand, one of my friends in security spotted. We talked about the Cletics and the Patriots. He was very grateful for me being here. So I gave him my card. A pretty good paTROL.
I was doing Downtown. Since college was getting started again, that means there are some college students partying around in the hotspots for the weekend. As I first I got out of a garage, a couple asked me if I knew anyplace that sells cigarettes. I thought it was odd to ask a superhero (expect Wolverine and The Thing), and especially since I don't smoke, drink, or do drugs (no, I'm not CM Punk). However, I told them there might be some 7-Elevens, possibly open, close by. I passed by a srestaurant. I thought night clubs wouldn't be open with the recent crisis. However, one of the patrons told me it wasn't a night club, but a restaurant. It was odd to say, but as I pass by The Greatest Bar and Sissy K's, even thou they both have club settings, they do serve food and drinks in those areas. As I passed by the Black Rose Pub, there was a group, a guy came up to me and said that I was making his work harder. I found it odd. What I found harder that he felt I made it harder for his Tinder account, especially as some of the ladies took a liking to me. Which makes me wonder, is the suit that some real life superheroes and most real life supervillains make me the best dressed superhero in Boston? I decided to change my usual path and go thru the North End. I avoided that area at first because I thought the lighting would be so bad for my tinted goggles that I would barely see. H however, I was able to see perfectly. It was even odder as some of the ladies around there are actually feel a heart a flutter. Even thou I should feel good about it, it's also sad that the suit I wear to fight crime, help others, and be someone who is seen as a role model and protector, is seen as the more attractive side than then who don't wear the uniform. Although this should be great, it makes me feel kind of uncomfortable. With or without The Code, I never liked taking advantage of those I help and those I serve. I want to serve a tiger standard, not somebody who feels fake and acts like a hypocrite. I have experienced others to where I hoped at one time who would help me, since it was either their job or someone who I knew that can do it or I can trust them doing it completely. And mostly, I've been disappointed. Like I keep saying, when I'm in the uniform being that superhero, I really holds mysel;f to that higher standard because betraying the people who are relying on me is a lot worst than a criminal destroying a victim's body, spirit, and soul.
I did communicate with some of the other residents. They all felt more comfortable with me there and they felt good that someone was there to protect the city. Now I know I was there when most of the restaurants and businesses were closed for the evening, but I'm not here to be a celebrity, I'm here to help the city. I would definitely see myself patrolling the North End in the future.
As I made it to the West End. However, the first thing I saw as I hit Causeway Street was a homeless running crazy. I asked him to stop and find out what was happening. He said there was a lady being raped. He was hiding something in his jacket. I( asked him to reveal it. It was an orange covered knife. I was a little nervous. This was a situation worthy of a citizen's arrest. A man was running but hiding an orange knife in his jacket. But my lack of confidence was debilitating. I felt I was fearing of a Goerge Zimmerman/Trevon Martin incident. But I don't have nor will ever use a gun. And the man wasn't holding Skittles and a bottle of Iced Tea. The knife was in clear view and I did ask to see it since it looked like he was holding it. I told him to not use that knife in the future, but he insisted on keeping and using it in the future with no possibility to. see reason. My confidence really does need work. I do know right and wrong, and I know how to handle certain situations; but the feelings to trust my instincts are getting hampered, as you will see later, it did happen again and why I'm very unhappy with it. I di make it to the "scene" it was a restaurant with some people hanging out. They were all yelling, "Batman!" "Batman!" "Batman!" I tried to focus out of the fanfare and get to the point at hand. I managed to ask one of the people there and who was the one who pointed it out. They said it was just some crazy man who didn't know better. However they really felt appreciative that I went so quickly and checked on the situation. The thanked me. I posed for a picture and gave one of them my card. As I was passing by near the BostonCommon. I saw some police stationing in the area. I came up to them and asked if there was anything suspicious or what to look for in the meantime. They didn't say much, but they really felt good that I was patrolling the area. Getting better with police relations. However as I went down a side street, there was a couple of men hanging around near a dark area and a closed business. I asked aid anything was wrong, saying I was concerned. The black man (I know it's sound out but hear me out fully) was relatively calm, but the older white man was very apprehensive. Normally it might be common, but I had a strong feeling he was ready to fight. As I deescalated the situation, the only insult he said is that I was too old to wear a cape. And from earlier, some people thought it should be the latest fashion. But back to the earlier point, it goes to confidence again. I didn't start a fight and my approach was professional. But there is a feeling that I started the trouble or I wouldn't understand. It might go into other reasons, but for the sake of privacy, I feel it's wise not to discuss them here. But I will also in private try to find a way to work on this problem. As I was waiting on the other side of the street, I did see a possible scuffle between a young man and a young woman. Without concern for safety, I ran across quickly to encounter it. Fortunately, there were no problems. But I did tell the guy to behave properly. As I was crossing Downtown Crossing there was a man yelling and screaming. I asked what was going on, but he told me to leave him alone. But his behavior was erratic and was causing disrupting. His attitude was even shown to be volatile and not within his senses. He even sat in the middle of a busy road and a car was coming. I had to act as a traffic officer in front of him trying to divert or stop the car. He managed to walk off. But I did call 911, since he might not listen to me. As the operator was so focused on structure of a description that its made it harder to give an actual one. Eventually a car did arrive, about TEN MINUTES LATER. I know you guys were busy, but I a squad ON THE SIDE OF THE STREET! I did give a description, and they did give chase. My last encounter was Amanis looking in there trash can for his debit card. I couldn't do much, but I did tell him what to do if he doesn't find it. Call the card company, have the card cancelled and get a new card. To decribe the patrol, I would say an ugly victory.
