Sunday, September 1, 2019
August 31, 2019
My patrol in Dorchester start as I saw a candle by Dorchester Park. I asked who was there. It was a young man smoking. I asked him if everything was all right. He said yes & thanked me. I tried helping the ambulance get out of the parking lot at Carney, but some cars go too quick to car. EMS still thanked me thou. I soon saw a guy by Dunkin Donuts opposite Ashmont Station standing in an odd spot. I walked to check, but he was waiting for somebody who he met, so I left. I soon met a man who remembered me last. I found out I was popular on social media. Soon I was encountered by an officer. We talked, he was rather respectable & nice. He asked about my methods, why I do what I do. I promised I'd be at the station soon. I soon saw a homeless man lying. CallI asked some questions. Soon he wasn't answering. I told him some of the consequences. He didn't care. I did tell him I was going to call 911. Once again, he didn't care. I did, & as I told the officer, he looked at me as a freak while the other guy went to right to the fence & smiled. Fortunately he was told he trespassing because the park closes at 9, but it didn't I felt like a joke. I kept going. Soon there was a man who drove his scooter onto a sidewalk, a very dangerous thing to do, to pick up Chinese Food. I told him that it wasn't very smart & to wear a helmet. Once again, I got treated as joke. Soon my tone of voice got firm as I demanded that he would give me his word that he'd be more careful. He threatened if I didn't leave he would, in context, "off me." I stood my ground. He soon changed his mind, saying he didn't wAnt to be charged with assaulting a disabled person, even calling me the r-word. I still stood tall, demanding just his word. Instead, he went to his cell phone, & I had to leave. If it was 911, it his word against mind, & even with two eyewitnesses, I don't think it would matter. I feel like a joke.
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