July 7, 2019

The patrol in Dorchester got interesting once I crossed Ashmont station. I saw a group of young men hanging around the Dunkin Donuts opposite the train station.  To make sure nothing was wrong I crossed to the other side of the street to check it out.  You know you made the big time when some people who look tough, are impressed that a superhero is there.  I guess anybody can be a fanboy at any age.  They actually complemented my approach, but warned me that the helmet won't do much here.  One of them did ask me to buy them a beer, but I had to refuse.  I think they would be lucky I wasn't Wolverine.  They took a picture of me to send to their friends.  The only thing I wish they didn't do was remind me of the bad part of "The Dark Knight" when there were fake Batman who was doing a failing job honoring the Batman.  I left them.  They were goofballs, but they were good spirited & fun to talk to.  I felt more comfortable in my part.  As I crossed at the strip mall in Fields Corner by Gibson & Dorchester.  I saw another group to check it out.  Being discovered by some kids yelling, "Batman!" didn't help my stealth, but I managed to go there.  Fortunately nothing wrong came.  I managed to pass a local priest going on his evening exercise.  We both introduced each other which made me confident.  As I was at Adams, I saw something else entirely.  Two men standing by from what I believe is a Vietnamese restaurant standing there with a walk signal on.  I checked it out.  Fortunately one of them had a son that was going to pick them up.  But the big test came when I was at a section & a patrol car was at the line waiting on a red light.  I saluted the officers & told them to be safe.  You know you're doing a damn good job when the officers give a thumbs up twice.  Once actually using a siren to get your attention to say it.  It made me smile.  As I was passing a 7-Eleven, there was a man standing out there.  He asked if I smoked.  I told him no, but he wished me to be safe.  As I turned back things went weird.  As I passed a man who was starting his scooter, I asked if he was okay.  He said he was fine but asked about the helmet, which is weird.  Want to know what's weirder, he even asked if I had a gun.  Nobody even asked me that question before in my entire career which was a shock to me.  I told him I don't kill, I'm a real life superhero.  He told me to get out of here.  I did see some people hanging around late at night.  I check to make sure nothing's wrong.  Fortunately nothing devious, but probably some possible fans for the upcoming Bill & Ted sequel.  As I crossed to the park, there a van yelling to me.  I had a feeling that the driver was jerk, when he asked, "What are you helping from?"  Some people are idiots.  The sad thing however, I saw a man with facial burns & possible injuries hanging at a bench.  He asked if I was helping.  And noticing tone & the spaced out feeling he had, communication would've been very hard.  So I had to leave him be.  There were two cars passing by me.  One which was white by the hospital was asking me a lot of questions, some an eight year old would've asked (Our role models ladies & gentleman!). To just give you an idea, "What planet are you from?"  Most superheroes I believe have origins in Earth.  Second one was a black, who said that some people had a problem with me helmet.  However he gave me the best advice as to keep my cape flapping.  Got to get that superhero prestige.