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Wednesday, August 28, 2019

August 27, 2019

My return to the South End was in one word, interesting.  After being around the Bay Village & the Back Bay, I finally regained my bearings & headed where I was going to go. N thing at much to comment on at first.  It was pretty silent.  There was nobody there.  But patrolling at around midnight in that area, no surprise.  But as I was heading close to that "Methadone Mile," I noticed something.  There were some people who didn't know their bearings.  There was one man, Mickey, who had a suitcase with him.  I asked if he was alright.  He said he had his suitcase with clothes splatted around the floor, even thou he had everything well in hand.  I gave him a cereal bar & five dollars (yes, I know but I had a feeling he really needed it & not for stupid reasons) & told him to go somewhere for the night & get help.  As I crossed another area.  I saw two people sitting on steps.  One of them a woman with a black jacket with the lettering "JE11" on the side.  The sad thing is she looked so pale & her eyes were so wide.  There was nothing I could do, her friend was with her, & I think that was their home.  As I finally crossed the Methadone Mile, I saw this man, waving a cane recklessly.  I knew that was a stupid thing to do, even when I was with a cane as part of patrols, I treated it damn seriously, not like a toy.  Someone could've gotten hurt easily with that kind of recklessness.  I told him to treat the cane with respect.  I could tell you, he treated me as a joke.  He said I wasn't a real superhero, making homophobic & developmental slurs.  I've dealt with bullies like Octavious Fong, the Roaming Eye of Doom, & Circus Jaxs.  Believe me, this guy was the big leagues.  I did jump in emotion, but I did stand my ground.  I soon met two people who giving supplies.  We talked & they were really grateful that I was in the area.  But reality set in as the idiot soon came by.  I stood tall, while my friends left.  We were really into the mind games, neither one budging.  But it soon became real that he was going to use that cane to attack me.  I walked into battle knowing I would possibly be hurt.  As I was there, while he ready, I did some mind games on my own, trying to make him lose the cane.  But when he said something that he wouldn't hurt me because it would assaulting a disabled person, I knew I had to leave.  Even thou he was drugs, he wasn't stupid.  I would've beaten him, but I also knew that if he was trial a judge leaning on his side would basically respect that.  And in that aspect, he would be suing me, & that would be a whole lot of change.  I walked frustrated but I was lot smarter in doing.  I will do more in the future on how to handle it.  I will tell you this, some people little respect for the criminal world, but I know they're a lot smarter than some people give credit for. Later on, I walked passed a bar, & I heard yelling, serious yelling.  Two men were yelling at each other, ready to fight.  One was on a motorcycle, the other wasn't.  But I knew it would be worse.  Myself along with someone else was trying to hold them back.  It got to the point where I had but my arm around him.  He yelled, "Let me go!"  I told him, "No.  I don't want you making a stupid mistake.  I care.  Let it go!"  He did very easily, & the fight was over.  The bouncer didn't do much, but I stopped my first bar fight.  Impressive!