September 19, 2020

 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.  

September 12, 2020

 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.

Spetember 11, 2020

 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.

Spetember 4, 2020

 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.

August 29, 2020

 The patrol was very long, but a tst I was willing to prove.  As I walked I heard some loud music.  Of course knowing parties, that is the norm.  But music and noises, those aren't the problem.  It's the people that might be drunk and would do things they would regret later.  As I would pass by, I would take a look from a distance.  Usually when you see no one outside, it sometimes maybe a good sign.  Now even thou I can't go into a residence, since that would be trespassing, sometimes people outside could probably be me reckless and do some very dangerous and/or violent actions.  Thankfully, those things didn't happen.  As I walked, I made sure of things that are out of the norm.  One things was at a Dunkin Donuts parking lot.  Normally, no big deal, It's a small area, more so inside.  But questions can easily be raised for those hanging around.  To go there with immediate and/or rash suspicion would immediately do more harm than good.  So I walked by and asked if everything is alright.  Thankfully it is.  Unfortunately thou, even thou I appreciate the fanfare, the immaturity of being fascinated with what's on my belt (no sick jokes) would do more harm.  The tools a superhero keeps on the belt is very vital and very important.  It's never meant to be seen as toys.  Today, some young adults, whop should no better, still might not figure it out.  However one the other side, I saw a lady waiting by the 7-Eleven for a ride.  I checked if she was okay.  She said she was and was waiting for an Uber.  However she was very grateful for my concern.  I did pass some officers along the way.  But as the firefighters had to go for an emergency, I had to be traffic cop and made sure they got out easily.  Being a hero, whether cape or not, always ha to know that doing the job is but a matter of seconds.  A couple of officers came by and saw.  They were very appeciative of what I do.  One of them even posed with me in a picture.  Before they had to go to a call.  I asked one day if I would come by and ask if there is anything they want me to do on my end.  They were very honored, as was I.  I did hear some yelling for a parking lot outside.  I usually try to calm the crowd down because the alternative maybe a whole worse for them, as well as everybody.  Some of the people were grateful as I came to check.  However, one person yelled, "Black Lives Matter."  At least I came before there would really be a worry and lives would be altered in a negative way. As I passed a door around the Fields Corner area, I heard what possibly might be a rave party in the area (please note I might not fully know what that might means.  Yes, I am that lame.).  I kept notes of it for future knowledge.   It felt at times that I was going all over the place as emergency came around, be ready to jump if ready.  I did however go to the Expressway gas station to get a drink.  I ordered a Arizona Arnold Palmer (it's Iced Tea plus lemonade).  It wasn't that, but I was grateful.  I was planning to go all the way to Washington Street, near Codman Square.  I didn't know it was this long.  But as I went, I heard a noise, around a side street opposite the gas station.  Thankfully, it was a gated community, just a lot of new, recently built homes that look nice.  However as I saw at the corner, there was a possible gated community.  As I had to remind myself, I couldn't go in, so I walked on.  I  walked down Columbia Road for what seemed to be a while.  However, as IO passed a Santander Bank, I noticed some people hanging around in the parking lot while they were closed.  I came up to them ,asking for an explanation.  I will say they were pretty disrespectful.  But I also noticed people coming out of a building.  But I didn't know if it was a residence.  If it was then its just might be a party.  So I tried ask if it was so.  However, a lot of the party goers walked away, ignoring me.  I even tried walking in front of them, demanding answers, no dice.  It wasn't until someone told me it was a residence, that I walked my way.  This was something that I had to stand as a authority, but people looked at me as an idiot.  I wouldn't say it mattered what I wore, but I need to show some more confidence and authority.  Now, they did nothing wrong, but from experience I learned a residence near a business, if going on and being more reckless can really do major, unwelcome consequences in the future.  Understanding that can go a long way to preventing problems.  As I walked I noticed a car, with the engine running with two boys inside.  Knowing there were two girls I walked by earlier.  I stood a distance away from the car to make sure that they wouldn't do anything stupid.  Thankfully they didn't, but I still checked to see if there wasn't any funny business.  So I came by and asked some questions.  I noticed they had an extra large homemade cigarette.  There was a brown substance on it.  I asked if it was tobacco.  They said it was.  Knowing tobacco isn't illegal, since some smokers make their own cigarettes to save money, I moved on.  I however realized that the paper they used to make the giant cigarette was something with the RMV setting on it.  It might have been a possible violation to be reported.  I can't arrest them, I'm not there to look at motor vehicle violations.  But however, so they wouldn't be charged if an officer did come them. I would rather warn them to go home and work on fixing the violation so no future problems would happen.  I did manage to walk down Washington Street, which was pretty active, even at this late at night.  I was originally planning to go ups to Ashmont Street for a full patrol of the area.  But when I went down Bowdoin St, I figure it would be a change of plans and save the other one for another time.  I heard so glass clanging as I went down a residential area.  I narrowed down to an area.  Since I couldn't go inside, I went around to a side street to get a different look.  As it tuned out hit ws from the side street as it was a housewarmings with people having a party.  All was well.  I managed to make it back to Geneva Avenue.  But soon I saw police out around the area.  I will note that I wouldn't interfere with their work, they are doing there job.  However, as I slowly walked by, I only acted an if I was sitting on the bench, being ready if anything goes out of hand.  However the police were handling it well, so I walked by.  Kudos to the Dorchester Divison or Boston Police, true professionals and true role models.  I passed by the shopping area in Fields Corner.  All the businesses were closed, e xcept a check cashing place.  However there were a group fo cars there with people hanging out.  I did come by to check.  One of them really admired to see me.  I told them, that this situation they were in. may look suspicious and I do know they have security there to take care of any trespassers in the area at that time of night.  They did leave and thanked me for helping make sure they wouldn't get into future trouble.  Lastly, I went by a man who was fixing a shoe over around the parking lot of closed 7-Eleven.  It soon turned into a great intellectual conversation.. We developed a l.ot of metal respect.  He did tell me however that not everybody would like me.  Preaching to the choir my friend.  We did on mutual terms, and I gave him a card to know what I am, and if he or someone else needs help to call me.  An amazing patrol that lasted until the wee morning.

August 28, 2020

 As I started my patrol around Dudley Street, I walked past a side street and some guys started calling me. They  were some people living around the area that reminded me of those who had a party in the area last time I patrolled the areas.  They talked to me a little bt as well as introducing me to someone else.  I soon walked down the area.  As I walked down, I heard some noises around the area and I heard some noises in the area.  I came up, and there were some people who were hanging out.  Nothing bad happened, but there were some conversations.  They were conversing with me. We  both showed concerned as I explained who I am band who I have.  They were very welcome towards me and wished me safe journeys.  I kept my eyes open in the sense like Robocop, following levels of victimology and levels of danger.  As I walked down as I hit the corner of Blue Hill and Dudley, I saw an abandoned car with the lights on and the engine was running.  It was parked in an empty parking lot in a closed commercial building.  Very concerning.  I was going to call the Boston Police-Roxbury Division.  However, I didn't know what the other street name, I tried to look on it.  And I gave up, I saw the park being the Dudley Square Common.  As I was going to use it as a starting point and called the police, the car was gone.  Darn!  As I walked down, I saw a group of three people in front of the car.  I walked across the street.  As I approached them I asked what was the person was holding.  He said it was tobacco.  It's odd since it looked like a giant spoiled form of a rolling fruit roll-up.  I still had suspicion, but I was unaware if it might be a different kind of drug, possibly something of a more.  I couldn't go on suspicion, so I had to walk away.  I will have to look up different drugs in the future so I can learn what to look for the next something like that happens again.  I soon passed some ladies in "seductive" outfits. She was going to offer me five dollars to do something with my cape.  I refused but I told her that she is loved no matter what and to be proud of who you are.  I said it to give hope and to see note what she is on the outside but who she is as a person.  I how she puts that in mind and to feel pride of who she is and see beyond the streets and hope to find a life better where she can be a person, not an object.  As you can see, I care about everyone and see people as people, not on what is on the outside.  As I walked far, I greeted others and started to be more confident being who I am.  I now know I am the city's protector. T he King of Dragons who helps the kingdom, not steals its wealth for thy own spoils.  I am Basilisk!

August 22, 2020

As I was going into Mattapan,. I noticed some music and chatter.  There was a party way down in another street.  I wasn't going to party crash, but if you know how some parties go, the possibility of drunks, immaturity, and rowdiness; I just took a peek from a distance to make sure nothing goes too crazy.  I walked up Blue Hill Avenue.  there was a lot of gathering going on across the area.  But there was some concern.  Not saying that there was problems, I just had to make sure nothing went wrong.  Did I start throwing blame or accusations?  No.  Sometimes the best tool for a superhero is asking questions and listening.  Thankfully, there were no problems.  Also, the people were really great towards me, which is a huge blessing.  I managed to go for a long distance all the way to Roxbury.  A huge boost to how far I can go.  It made a huge boost.  As I came back, I went to the Mobil station, I noticed an argument, I came by to diffuse it.  However, instantly the argument stopped and became admiration of me.  The only one who was speculative was the old man.  A very understanding situation, myself with a questionably outfit coming to someone who is close.  There was another person in another car who greeted me.  I came by and said hello.  Also, I noticed a car running late at the night in a parking lot of a closed convenience store.  I came by to check, since it fell on probable cause.  However the person was texting, and didn't want to talk.  I did leave to not cause more trouble.  Something I have to work on in the future.  I managed to pass a snack stand where there people in line as well as security,.  All greeted me well, but told me that the stand was cash only.  A pretty good, but quiet patrol.

August 1, 2020

 On day two of the patrols and day one of August 2020, I did a patrol in South Boston.  It was a little more cooler than yesterday, but the mask is making mouth feel like it's in a sauna.  There was more outdoor dining, but there was less of anything to record.  But I can say things went well.  

July 31, 2020

First time I did a patrol in Downtown since the COVID situation became the norm and the recovery started. I know  a lot of people will be eating outside and very few people will in the bars and clubs due to social distancing.  This was going to be a new game.  The mouth mask was going to be more important than ever.  Still taking time to adjust.  The first couple I encounter asked who I was.  One referred to Star Wars term, unfortunatelty the wrong character, and the wrong side (Obi-Wan).  I explained who I was.  While the man praised me, the woman said I deserved to be in a mental hospital.  It look like The Roaming Eye of Doom is looking for new members.  I couldn'
t take the usual way due rot the fact, the dining area was blocking the way.  I still managed to get a good distance.  There were times I felt a little nervous.  I soon saw a homeless man sitting in an alley.  I talked to him.  Then I gave hi9m one of the cereal bars from my last patro9l.  I felt so pathetic that the bar was in poor shape, I should've known better to make sure to keep the bars fresh.  But it didn't matter.  He was very happy that I helped.  It didn't start perfectly, but it started GOOD.  I noticed a lady consoling a friend that was crying.  I checked to see if she was alright.  Even thou she had it under control, she was grateful that I was there to check.  As I was crossing the street where the Downtown section of Boston Police headquarters was, as I was waiting for the walk signal to go on, I noticed a man on a cell phone walking up towards the street.  Not knowing if it was police or not, I stayed to see if he will cross the street or if he will turn.  It turned out it wasn't police, but I still watched.  He managed hpowever to take a turn, so I breat6hed a sigh of relief.  I was more active towards Tremont as I noticed a lady yelling.  She was surprised a car was close to hitting her.  I asked if she was okay, but she was understandably shodden up.  I explained that cars and pedestrians are more reckless that ever when it comes to road safety.  So I told her to be more aware and careful.  She soon thanked me and left.  I helped another car Parnell park safely as well as saving a man who didn't see it.  He did thank me for being a hero and the driver thanked me for helping him.  I soon saw a lady who asked about me.  She felt proud of what I did and gave me a hug.  A good patrol on a hot late July night.

July 24, 2020

Deciding to do a patrol, I went for the trip the same as I did on Independence Day, only I have a car to use.  Things were starting well.  As I passed by a restaurant near Ashmont Station, I was going to try to help one of the servers with closing up, but he was okay.  So0on, a couple of women sitting at a table say me and they were impressed.  I explained who I was.  They at first said, "Save the city," but quickly changed to "Save our country."  I replied to them not to worry, I don't work for tyrants.  I can tell you, they were overjoyed.  First thing I saw, was a bunch of people hanging around an area near a closed Dunkin' Donuts.  I went to investigate.  All they were just some people partying, nothing to worry about.  As I kept walking, starting to converse with people, I started to finally feel a grove back.  Soon, I saw a domestic squabble.  Unliker the last time, the lady wasn't too happy I was there and the boyfriend kept on saying, "Stay away from MY girl!"  REALLY?!?  It's 2020, boy.  People aren't possessions, neither gender.  As I walked things were doing well.  I managed to go to the same point as I did for Dudley Square.  However, I failed to remember properly how to get there.  It didn't matter, as the residents felt better a superhero was watching their block.  As I finally made it back to square one, I was smart enough to use Google Maps.  It led rtf the destination, perfectly.  I walked down.  I even conversed with the residents, which felt more comfortable with as I explained a lot and they felt safe with me.  Things were going real well.  However at the corner of Dorchester and Columbia, there was an argument at a Speedway.  II had to cross over to the other side.  It felt like the game Frogger, but I made it.  How I made it, yet stink at the game I* will never know.  Knowing that tensions were getting worse, I tried to stop it before the top popped off.  One person said mind your own business, while the other thanked me for being there.  I soon looked on to see just in case anything went wrong.  The only thing was that the car sped off with the door open, leaving one behind.  I soon asked what was going on.  As the cashier closed on me since I wasn't an officer, the phone witness told me it was just a family having the usual argument.  Funny, I didn't know Punch & Judy had kids?  But as I head back, I saw someone, possibly Black Lives Matter, stop me and ask some questions.  They address me as a superhero and asked how I feel about their cause.  BI told them that I understand both side, being of public service of protecting others and myself with a disability like autism, but I also said about the oath I am strict to, Dignity, Honor, Respect.  I also told him how citizen's arrests work, and how I'm just as strict to those who do the same service.  He fist pumped me, give a nod of approval.  A huge honor for me.  A great patrol.

July 4, 2020

I was on a case. Some one asked me to find atheir phone which their app was hacked.  Looking up the IP address, and noting longitude and latitude as well as location, I narrowed it down to some place in Dorchester or Roxbury.  I had to get to work.  However with the car in the shop, I had to take the bus.  I had to go down to basics not to arrouse suspicion.  I got off at Ashmont.  Even thou I thought to take the train to get the quicker, I'm in uniform, which means I'm on duty, and even on a case, everyone matters.  As I walked up, I went up, nothing much happened until I went to Dudley Street.  I saw some "young" adults (with the words adults being said loosely) throwing firecrackers on a busy street.  There were cars driving thru in fear of getting wrecked or people getting hurt.  I went and told them to stop.  They refused and knew who I was.  They point directions to South End and South Boston, say that "those were the places (I) should be in."  Roxbury was their territory.  Even at bare minimum I would've stayed and fight, but I couldn't.  The reasons are that I was on a case already, and even thou fireworks is a misdemeanor I didn't know how to honestly look at the situation as to if it was a felony.  Frustrated, I had to leave.  I did see someone sitting sitting on the steps a few blocks down.  We had a great conversation, and he was a great man.  He felt there were boo role models left.  All the more reason to keep fighting the good fight.  As I went, I saw a possible street back being a housing area.  Knowing that the street I was going might be that, as well as what happened to fellow real life superhero, Bee Sting, I had to cut off the mission, more on that later.  On my way back, I did see a domestic dispute.  I won't get into details because I don't know if it's an ongoing case.  But the lady was happy, the guy thought I was nothing but someone a "Batman T-shirt."  But an officer arrived and peace was restored.  The innocent and good were appreciative.  As I went to the station about the phone, there was good news and bad news.  Bad news, there was nothing they can do about it.  I don't blame them, after my fight with the Roaming Eye of Doom, I know dealing with computer communications isn't as easy as it looks.  Good news, another officer recognized me and gave me a ton of respect for what I do.  He also said that they were appreciative of the work I do.  That was a happy ending for a patrol day.

June 17, 2020

My next patrol in Roxbury around Blue Hill Avenue.  Finding a parking spot was very difficult, but I have been getting better at parallel parking.  I managed to find a space.  I looked at an area to make sure I remembered where I parked.  I walked down so far things were going well.  I managed to passed a man who was sitting on the porch.  I explained who I was.  He responded that I was a king.  I replied, "No, I consider myself a servant."  He replied that what I did was a great thing in helping people.  He also said, "If you want to be a servant, think like a servant.  If want to be a king, think like a king."  It was good advice that I will seriously consider.  I heard some fireworks.  I saw an ambulance nearby.  I asked the EMTs was going on.  They told me there was a fireworks event going on.  People were very appreciative of myself being there.  Getting the respect from police really meant a lot.  There was an occasion where I saw something suspicious, but the guys kicked me out.  I have to work on having a better authority to show authority and demand respect.  Other than that, a good patrol.

June 5, 2020

As I was driving to my patrol to South Dorchester, I was immiadtely caught by the attention of fireworks.  I heard on the news, that during the Black Lives Matter movement, that fireworks were used by and against protesters.  Even thou possession of fireworks is considered as a misdemeanor and that it's close to July fourth, I feared however that the use of them might be used by or against protestors, so pretty much I feared a war brewing.  Not in my city.  I tried following the fireworks to its starting place via driving.  But I got lost so I had to start my patrol at a different spot, Moody Street.  As I walked around, I managed to hear some laughter and talk in there area.  Odd, this late.  I went up too the group.  Everything was alright, but they kicked me out, for unknown reasons.  However, there was a group- of people in the car, that felt asp[preciative that I was patrolling.  I travelled next to my usual Dorchester Avenue.  I noticed some places boarded up.  I felt bad that things were going bad at this time.  I ventured forward, there was a man walking down.  He asked for directions, in which I gave.  I could go to a third area because I was feeling tired, so I made the best of the last one.  Then as I walked back, there were the fireworks again.  I followed out on the corner of Adams and Park.  I saw a large gathering there with two black men standing outside (the reason I brought up that I will get to later.). As I approached them I asked what was going on.  They said everything was alright.  Bat as I asked some questions to get an idea,. they decided to kick mer out for unknown reasons.  But I noticed there was an empty fireworks box.  I took a picture of that on my cell phone.  As I saw the two men in their SUV talking to people, I starting asking questions.  They kicked me out again, not only telling me they called the police but pulling a "Black Lives Matter" card.  Knowing I would be put in a bad situation, I walked out.  There other residents that greeted me well.  But I had to go to the police station at the next street, to explain the situation.  I know it was questionable, but in the current situation being seen as a fugitive was out of the option.  It was an okay patrol, but I could do better.

June 2, 2020

In the recent rise of the police shooting of George Floyd and the resurgence of the Black Lives Matter movement, this was an unprecedented time.  Now for me, I can understand both sides well.  While I respect having accountability, I was myself being a victim of bigotry and discrimination due to being a high-functioning autistic.  Also understanding that every negative affect can affect anyone in either a positive or negative reaction, I have to look out at both sides, keeping my eyes open.  But one thing is clear, if I saw any uncertain situation dealing with the police, the one law I will look at is my code; dignity, honor, respect.  If the code is thrown away, I WILL BE A MILLION TIMES WORSE THAN IAB!   With that being said, it was urgent that I do my patrols. I had to keep low key, not start any unnecessary chaos, carrying only the essentials.   I started at Dudley Street.  It was a relatively short patrol, in which I will get into later.  From first glance I saw a car with lights on running in an area near a closed business. However, not knowing if it's a business or a residence.  I had to play the road of caution.  After all I have to be keeping my professionalism too, no9 mistakes. However, it ended early when a man was asking if I saw his dog.  I asked him questions retaining to the dog, to get a better idea.  Knowing it was late at night, I knew searching for me would be folly.  So I gave him my card, to give me the information via e-mail and I will look into some agencies and ideas.  I decided to get home early to put my plans at work.  However, earlier today, he didn't reply. Even thou it was a day wasted, I felt I gave that man hope that his dog was found, and I believe he was.  Bright news during tough times.

May 22, 2020

Once again, due to the situation that presented itself, I had a second patrol which felt like a mission.  There was a possibility of suspicious people around an area, that were approaching cars (couldn't say exactly, since it's based on theory)  It was another patrol in North Dorchester again, but as you will see later, I was trying something new with my patrols, that revolutionize it to having the patrols longer and cover more distance.  As I passed the supposed area.  There was no one there.  The reason I didn't stay there, which is pretty much why I don't like patrols in residential areas.  When you're doing patrols in residential areas, you have to remember that you are going to be seen as an odd stranger that looks like someone who might be suspicious.  In those times, you have to remain calm, act natural, keep your emotions in check, and try not get excited.  I have to remember, I am dressed in, what people will assume, a scary, spooky, creepy costume.  As I walked in the area.  I was using the techniques I used in my last patrol in North Dorchester, which I measured the distance from where I am to where I was parked.  It helped my situation again, however, there was a new spin.  There was a person who was on the opposite side of then street.  It would be no problem, but he was near the place where I would cross the street.  To prevent from scaring him off, I managed to kept walking, passing where I wanted to originally crossed, and crossed to another street, to prevent suspicion.
To change my routine, I went into my car in which I drove to a different location.  In this way, by going to a different location & parking there.  In this way, I can covered more areas with less walking, giving more energy in case there is an actual situation that requires your best effort.  This was actually a better part of the patrol.  I walked down Dudley Street again.  Im managed to find that parking lot that I found the arrows from.  Something useful in future situations.  But as I walked back up, I heard a young man sounding drunk and rapping with emotion.  I went down to check if everything was alright.  It was, but he made a lot of Batman references as he felt comfortable with me.  It was good.  As I left, he kept yelling Batman questions.
I soon came across a man who was sitting on the curb.  I didn't know if he was drunk or tired.  I came up and asked him if he was alright.  He said he was tired and just wanted to rest until he can go home on the other side of the street.  We talked in the meantime.  I explained that I was a real life superhero and he started to feel comfortable with my presence.  Then I started to help him cross the street.  It felt like an extreme good deed, since I was crossing a wide street with cars going fast in the middle of night.  I managed to stay calm in the entire situation, and as we made it to the other side, he thanked me and I walked off.
I managed to walk down Stoughton Street, in which things went haywire.  As I walked up things went well, until I passed a homeless woman with her possessions laying on the steps of the residence.  I didn't know if she was hurt or worse, so I asked if she was alright.  She said she was, but sounded weak.  I don't know if she was hurt or tired, since it was very late at night, so I had not choicer but walk away.  To force her to leave would make things worse, where she or a witness would call 911. However, she was on the foot of true private property, since i9t wasn't a commercial building, or someone's home.  But however, there was a car passing.  As it was stopped at the red light, the passengers looked at me very timidly.  There was a second time,. where a man saw me, and he immediately ran indoors.  I tried to explain to him who I was, but he couldn't understand English.  This gave me a feeling that I was going to be burned out.  So unfortunately, I had to walk back to the car.
At the car, I noticed there was a person with some bags was waiting on the side of the street.  I found out she was waiting for her ride.  She was nervous, but I talked to her to calm her down.  By the time the ride came, she calmed down and thanked me.  I even managed to a car patrol of the rest of Boston.  Not a bad patrol.

May 11, 2020

Upon hearing some news about some recent incidents in the South End, I decided to go to the area, post haste.  I had to go a more direct route towards my destination.  As I walked down West Dedham Street, I headed straight down there past Mass Ave.  I noticed I was passing Northeastern University.  Under better times, a great place to check the area, but the Corona virus, was like an unneeded hangover.  At least there isn't Mike Tyson, the tiger, or Dr. Ken (see the Hangover movie for references.).   But I made it to my destination, Melnea Cass Boulevard.  I never patrolled this area before, but it was a unique challenge.  As I passed the area, there was a sign that said, "#SaveMelneaTrees."  I knew there was stuff grown around there in the past, but nothing more than a garden.  I also remembered a baseball field that was somewhat a much smaller version of Fenway Park.  I could've been wrong.  I found a sidewalk with three paths.  I took a middle path to get a better view.  However as I heard a car parked nearby changed from hip hop music to a cell phone call (it wasn't in motion,) it made me nervous.  I wasn't on the property of private housing, but with the world nowadays, how can you tell.  I saw a beggar walking on crutches begging for money.  But I noticed he didn't need them.  I asked him about it, but he denied.  It was hard to prove the point but I had to mov e on.  However, I had to cut the route short because there was blue lights down the street.  It was the police as a situation was happening.  I managed to change direction, but I managed to make it Dudley Square by accident.  I got to admit hitting that area of Roxbury was a new, exciting first for me.  But this wasn't the time to examine there, since I was very far off my parking space.  I fortunately knew my tracking knowledge knowing that heading to the tallest building was like heading to the North Star, thus heading to Downtown, and the South End.  I made it past Mass Ave, only to turn to the Back Bay.  So on this night I covered, three areas in Boston in one night.  A case I couldn't cover, but a feat that I had that I can still be proud of.

May 9, 2020

Due to odd circumstances, I decided to do an impromptu patrol.  I decided to do another section of Dorchester, this time, Uphams Corner.  Looking for a space was tough, but I managed to find in near a bridge.  As I walked I noticed that my goggles was getting too fogged up from wearing the balaclava.  I knew I had to wear it for the COVID-19 situation, but being unable to see was not on the menu.  So I made to take the mouthpiece down.  It was harder to breathe, but not too much.  As I walked down, a lady from her vehicle spotted me.  She asked who I was and I explained.  I answered her questions, and she felt very grateful for what I'm doing.  Next as I passed a person who stopped near a hydrant, the first thing I thought was how the BTD was going to give them a ticket.  So as I warned them, the people in the backseat was laughing uncontrollably.  It was like they were injecting too much of Batman's enemy's the Joker's laughing gas (I know it sounds stupid, but if you heard that laughter believe me it was like going to a show with Jeff Dunham.  You're welcome Peanut).  I soon passed a retired marine.  As we walked, he knew what I was doing there and what my motivations are.  Just as I saluted his service to protect our country, he saluted mine to protect the city.  As well, I managed to touch on side streets.  I went down Dudley Street.  However, as I crossed down the street thru a cross walked, a car was going insanely fast.  Good thing I moved quickly.  If anyone in the comments have ever played the video game "Grand Theft Auto," how many points is it to hit a superhero?  Just asking.  As I passed a 7-Eleven, there were some people hanging out.  Both people were very receptive towards me, but there was some who, well, were jerks.  A light moment came as a spotted a stray cat running thru.  As I tried to see the cat as he was in between building, as I came to it, he ran away.  I knew there was nothing I can do, but a touching moment.  I will say this felt like I took the next step, towards expanding my role as a real life superhero of Boston.

May 6, 2020

The next day, I decided to try a different part of Dorchester, the northern side.  Finding a place was tough.  I managed to Parnell park near Burger King.  As I walked down things were going real well.  It wasn't much to talk about, but there is something interesting.  I actually had a unique look at my tracking skills.  From point A to point B, I actually had a great idea of how to track.  To understand the distance between where I had to go I had to remember where point A is.  Instead of backtracking, I actually went the other direction thru side streets.  I managed to make way towards a decent area.  Not bad for t5racking skills.  It has been getting a lot more quieter on the patrols.  Not much people around.  Granted it's a Wednesday, but unless you're going thru a drive-thru, not many stores are open.  I didn't cover Uphams Corner, but I might inn a future patrol.  If only I can find a parking space for that.

May 5, 2020

I went thru Mattapan late on Cinco de Mayo.  As I started there was a man who was confused on why I was there.  As I tried to explain, he decided to run off in a huff.  Interesting, to say the least.  Ironically, on a day which is known for partying, there was barely anyone there.  The COVID-19 pandemic has hit in such a way, it does feel like a ghost town.  Knowing I wouldn't be able to cover much, I decided to dare myself to push harder by find out how far up I can walk up Blue Hill Avenue.    As I walked, there was a car parked in the lot of Jubilee Church.  I checked on it.  It was guy who just lived close by.  He was in a panic, but I calmed him down, saying that I was just checking if everything was alright.  Seeing people around wasn't as much, except some were pretty lax.  As I noticed closer to the island in the Avenue, there was a car parked closer to there with hazard lights on.  I figured that was an odd place to0 wait, knowing how dangerous it is to cross.  But as soon I saw the second, I walked on.  An odd way to meet someone for a late night snack.  The biggest moment was when I hit Morton Street, making to the farthest I even walked up Blue Hill Avenue.  A good step into making this feel great.  As I walked down I saw something rummaging thru the clothing donation box.  It was a man who was looking for some clothes.  It would convention wisdom to tell him to stop.  But in all fairness, the reason that thing is there is to help those who's too poor to get clothes.  Not only is it cruel, but it is counterproductive and a waste of time.

April 29, 2020

As I started my patrol in Dorchester, I noticed the velcro on the mask I was going to use due to the COVID-19 virus situation had lost one of the straps.  Despite trying to fix it, it came to no avail.  Improvising, I decided to use another mask instead (on the mouth, not the one I usually use.). I had to park a little closer than usual since I was going to do other areas, which proved to be useless since I didn't cover those other areas, as you will see.  I was doing the usual checking.  I noticed a man sitting on the wall near Carney Hospital.  I asked if he was okay.  He said he was, he was waiting for the bus.  However, he was more concerned about the man at the bus stop.  I went to him.  Even thou he was very covered up with his hoodie.  He pretty much acknowledged me.  He was coherent but in a quiet, uncertain mood.  I left him be because, it didn't seem that he was causing trouble, just a little under the weather.  As I crossed Gallivan, a police car came by.   I saluted at it and they yelled Batman.  What a nice complimentary hello from one servant to two public servants, serving at this tough time.  All the more reason to help at this tough time.  First place I helped was at Ashmont station as I saw a hat around the station.  I figure I send it to the Security Office at its Lost & Found.  This was the first time in uniform I went to the station.  However the officer was very understanding and appreciated.  I gave his hat and left.  As I was about to cross at the corner of Dorchester & Ashmont, I noticed some kind of ruckus over at O'Brien's.  I went immediately to investigate.  There were several loiterers there, one causing a very troublesome hassle.  As the others were acting like they were seeing a celebrity, I had to concentrate on the harasser.  She kept saying to me to mind my business, but I persisted.  Warning about the current situation and how she could be in possible trouble with police.  Eventually she got her keys, the supposed reason she was there, and everyone left.  I checked on the employee to see if he was okay, and I was on my way.  I also checked the cabbies around Ashmont station if they have their masks.  It maybe small and a possible hassle, but with people's fears, social distancing, and the drivers' jobs, this had to be an important part, even if it felt uncomfortable.  But as I was passing Braces, I saw a few guys in a dark grey car.  On the drivers side I saw a door open with a bottle of beer being placed on the ground with the engine running.  I knew with the engine running, and a half-empty bottle of beer, it was possible cause for a possible OUI.  I had to stop the driver and told him he was under citizen's arrest.  I looked at the license and called 911.  My "batphone" was getting itself updated (great timing) so I had to use another phone.  I called the operator at 11:12 PM.  The operator was respondent and asked me some questions.  However the suspect was acting as if it's nothing and called the phone and kept going back and forth, back and forth.  I kept on talking to the operator, giving a description.  But trying to keep control of the situation and trying not to sound like a lunatic in front of the operator didn't make things easy.  He soon left in the opposite way.  I told the operator where he went.  I felt like a joke.  The first citizen's arrest I tried to do and I looked like the Blue Beetle from the Electric Company, not DC, but why the hell did the former take that from that and Carlton Comics?  I was despondent, but I kept going.  I noticed a man at the bench we talked.  I told him about real life superheroes and about myself.  We got along great.  As I left, I felt a better.  Too bad it lasted a minute.  I saw two men, holding black bags, both canvas, one a backpack.  They spotted me.  One fo them felt good, seeing Batman.  But as I heard his friend saying that he should give this girl "oral sex," I tried to chip in.  He yelled at me immediately.  He wass ready to start a fight.  He even tried to bring out a switchblade.  Fortunately, I had my baton on standby.  But it was nothing compared to what he said next.  "YOU'RE NOT BATMAN!  YOU'RE NOT A SUPERHERO!  YOU'RE A CLOWN!  YOU'RE A JOKE!'  Fortunately, his friend pulled him away before he would do anything worse.  I have been told worst things, much worst things.  But those words, at THAT time, hit me like a bunch of bricks.  I stood there for a while feeling like a joke.  I rather not get into he rest.  I kept doing the patrol.  I noticed a guy standing at a corner standing around later.  I talked to him.  He appeared developmentally disabled, and by his teeth being bad probably in a very tough situation.  I tried to talk to him, but a woman on the bench called him.  But as I approached her, she told me to stop and not talk to her.  I tried to get answers, but she told me to get out of here in a tantrum.  The day just kept getting better.  I soon noticed there was a van doing a U-turn oddly in a street where it would be very short to do so easy.  I walked by, but kept it under mind.  Soon I saw the same OUI car, in same area as last time, but parked in a different place I called 911 again at 12:28 AM on my "batphone" this time.  The operator was much ruder.  As I tried explaining, she was very belligerent.  When she asked what I was doing, I told her.  She made me feel like a joke, but before she went on with a speech, I just hung up, no used talking with idiots.  I passed by  the blue van.  I walked up and asked if everything was okay.  He said everything was fine.  Well, at least on bad part diverted.  Then a Transit Officer spotted me.  He felt very thrilled.  We talked a little, he even asked for my picture.  But before we could do so, he was on call. In the end, at the same bus stop, there was the same man, he looked as if he was homeless.  I checked on him and asked if he was okay.  I tried to get him help.  But he refused.  However he was very grateful for me being concerned about him.  I soon left.

April 15, 2020

In the dark world of the Corona virus, people would ask why would I do this?  Why would I go out of my safe home and go out and risk my body in something that would slowly kill me.  To me, it's remembering why I wear the uniform.  Remembering all the bullying, all the bigotry all the betrayal, all the criticisms, and worse ALL THE FALSE PROMISES!  I remember each time I gout during the good times, I was always the celebrity, I was always "Batman." And I remember the promise I made all the good people of the city I love, the city I love, Boston.   If I don't go out in the misery of hell, if I don't get up after each fall, then every promise I made, and every I represent would be thrown out the window.  I would make the true name and meaning of Batman mean nothing.  That's why I keep fighting.  That's why I'm pushing myself.  Being in danger, being hated; but returning with love.
I take the proper precautions, washing the uniform, showering, sanitizing, before and after the patrols, giving everything all I got.
I started in Downtown.  The push is always hard.  I worse the face mask of a xenomorph for the first time in a while.  I covered new areas, this was a time to experiment as getting better.  I tried the same routes, I work old routes.  I saw a men wear HAZMAT suits, already seems like the apocalypse.  I tried the North End officially for the first time.  In this there was a man walking his dog.  Even in times like these there is still love.  I check to see if people are alright, especially at this time.  People were more welcome, knowing that a hero is here to keep the city from falling.  There are times it hurts more.  Like an officer passing by.  Allowing me to go, but asking me not top be creepy.  Pains like these still hurts.  But I helped a homeless man who was panicking because he missed a bus trying to get to some place safe.  I calmed him down.  I had two cereal bars to give him.  He felt good.  He asked for a smoke.  I also tried to calm him down, not to harass the other people.  I even asked him to use breathing exercises.  But it wasn't enough, he still went thru panic.  As I walked thru the streets.  I see garbage, all over the streets, most out of the bags themselves.  In the times we are in, we are letting our own planet die.  How can we get out of this if there is no place to return?  Even thou I felt I failed that day, I keep going.  If not for me, it's for the people I love.  I will DO MY JOB!  BOSTON STRONG!

February 22, 2020

On patrol in South Boston, things were a little more of than usual.  The time was later due to unforeseen circumstances.  What I wanted longer wouldn't come until later.  I managed to get to my destination.  Things were cold, but not as bad as the last patrol.  I did think of the "right to 'Bear' arms joke (that's bear the animal, not holding guns just for you second amendment fans.)  I was going to try something new with the patrol route, but let's just say with current circumstances, it wasn't the time for it.  All of the insults were just laughter, at least I wasn't called "asshole" as I was in Taunton. But PR has gotten better.  There were so many ladies looking at me as if I was Enrique Inglesias.  Some posed for pictures, I picked up a dollar for them, one cried, some walked with me for conversations, & one tried to hook up with me.  Weird!  As I crossed the other side of West Broadway, I thought there was a fight.  I yelled at them to stop & they stopped immediately.  I did pass a closed Burger King, with a sole car with its ignition still on.  I checked the car, & as I was going to call 911, one of the workers looked for the closed restaurant & asked me what I was doing.  I asked if it was his car, & he asked why (which, well, take it or leave it.)  As I explained, he said it was his, & we left with a mutual understanding.  There wasn't much in the Seaport, except ladies looking at me weirdly, in a good way.
I did a car patrol in the end, which I honestly hate.  It limits your abilities, especially if you have to park & not cause trouble, you can't accuse to the situation well, & you can't improvise very well to the situation.  I don't see why Boston does some many of those in many of my encounters with them. A good mix of car & foot patrol work just as well, & can save money for the taxpayers.

February 14, 2020

For Valentine's Day, as lonely as it was, I decided on this day not to coop myself home, but go on patrol.  It was cold to say the least, colder than in Dorchester the last time.  I'm definitely earning my hardcore points tonight.  I went back in Mattapan for the first time since the last attack on September 20.  I managed to go the same route but as you will see I conquered more than I expected.  I noticed the dive club I passed by was going thru increased guarding, probably because the holiday.  I decided to go simple because I was going more distance.  A man stop me asking which way to Roxbury.  I pointed north, which to his dismay was a distance away.  But we were close to Mattapan station, and the next bus was going to be in five minutes.  However, he didn't have money for bus fare.  So I gave him a dollar.  He thanked me & hurried to the station. I ran into a couple of men near Domino's Pizza.  One was real impressed to see me.  He loved what I did.  He asked me to do some poses.  He praised what I do & wished me the best.  I gave him my card, and he felt truly blessed that he has someone to talk to.  I noticed my holder was dropping my gear.  It was real embarrassing.  I managed to switch my gear to one of my pockets in my cargo pants.  A closer call.  I will fix the holder another time.  I managed to take a different route.  And I can tell, things were really going to strange.  I kept my focus and continue onward.  I managed to make it to a known road.  I noticed a BMW with the lights and engine on on the corner of Norfolk & Stanton.  I called 911 about an unoccupied vehicle.  I even managed to my surprise to go to Codman Square.  I ran into a group of people in a car, one was laughing and screaming.  I checked if she was alright.  She was just excited to see a real life superhero.  For what was cut short I managed to make a lot of distance.  I think I just proved I was a badass.

February 1, 2020

I was in the South End, it's been a while since I covered that area.  I managed to get along the area better.  One lady spotted em after she got out of her car with her date.  Awkard as it was to have a lady spot me while his date watched (yeah, I felt for the guy) it's nice to be noticed.  Even thou I barely cross the South End on patrol a few times, I thought I had an idea where the streets were.  As awkward as it was, & I didn't get to the worse part yet, I still managed to make it work.  As I managed to pass a mini cul de sac in the area, there was a man I a running car with the engine running.  I asked if everything was alright, he said yes as another man came out confrontational. Noting his body language & non-verbal communication, he seemed nervous & wanted me out.  So I asked a gain, a wee more forceful.  However, the man I met first was so calm, he shrugged it off & he assured it was nothing.  I left.  It was all well, but for future reference probably as little more action should be taken.  Taking the body language, a better probe would be used.  Since I can't search Inside the car, since it would be an invasive search for then police, looking in plain view would be helpful since it isn't crossing barriers.  Asking questions would also be helpful to allow them to explain things if done properly and professionally without feeling like I'm invading privacy.  A good idea for future detectives and real life superheroes.  Observation is always an important super-power you can have in your hold.  I had a wardrobe malfunction in Washington Street, as my cape started to slip off.  As embarrassed and lucky I was that it wasn't worse, I handled properly and without embarrassment.  But it could've been worse.  I crossed Methadone Mile, and it was surprising quiet.  A good sign that the area might be getting better, but I could've been wrong.  I went on the other side and continued Wal;king.  I noticed a man having trouble.  I came to help, only he was just homeless and gave him a cereal bart.  I also noticed him in other areas as well.  I walked down to the corner of Washington Street & Massachusetts Avenue, to see an unoccupied bag near an ATM and the bus stop.  I called 911 all about it.  They were sending someone to check it out.  I would've waited, but they said I didn't have to stay so I left.  Later I noticed an unoccupied running car on Mass Ave with their hazard lights on with no driver inside.  I called 911 to report the situation.  I'm noticing I've been getting better at making emergency calls like that.  But being there in the small time, you still have to be there when the big time comes is just as important.  I would've done a third call on a car with its alarm blaring near Slade's Bar.  I knew the main street being Tremont Street, but I didn't see the Hammond Street sign, which would've been important, so I could give 911 the exact location.  But by the time I would figure out, the alarm was silenced.  Nothing I can do.  Also, getting to know some areas along the Back Bay.  But as I left, some people were flirting at me as I was going back.  God! this is weird.  I stand tall knowing my area better and I'm getting better and better at this.

January 24, 2020

If there was anyway that would describe the patrol in Downtown, it was action-packed.  As I was getting out of the garage, I noticed a man that was waiting by the stairs.  Not knowing what was going on, I did ask if he was okay.  He did smile, not as if it was a smirk, I do remember that one when I got attacked last September, this was more humorful. H e said he was okay.  I explained who I was.  I noticed there was a sign that was taking about flower art.  I complimented his drawing.  He said it was simple, but I told him that simple can be modest and beautiful too.  I gave him one of my cereal bars.  He offered me a powdered donut, but I had to refuse.  White powder on black gloves, not a good look.  I noticed a new night club along my path towards State Street.  As I went to the State Room: A Longwood Venue where I saw two men in suits who spotted me and asked questions.  They were very interested and one told be he knew Brazilian martial arts.  I do see him as a possible sparring star and a future action star.  Going thru the club area by Faneuil Hall, there was a lot of people who showed appreciation.  It shows that I made an impact and the strength to keep doing what I can do.  One person even complemented what I do, especially with the fact I had a nice cape.  The flirts might be good, but I am still a professional and taking advantage of the people I am trying to help is against the code.  I had to redirect my direction, knowing there was activity the usual route.  But it was still effective nonetheless.  There was something of concern thou over at Haymarket.  As I passed, I believe was White Bull Tavern, I noticed a homeless man peeking thru the window watching the club dancing.  I was very nervous as it would cause concern for the other clubbers inside, and put it this way.  I think we were taught not to peek inside a restaurant and peek at the customers as it would be considered rude behavior.  But I was nervous as it would, at best, considered uncomfortable for others in a sense of fear or possible harassment, & at worse, possible sights for targets for possible crimes.  But my goal wasn't to predict that outcome, but more prevent it from happening so no dire consequence would happen.  I tried talking to man asking him to from the window.  he refused.  I knew he was mentally impared (I know it was a tough this to say at this time.  But this was the possible case and I have to say what I say what I see and experience with no bias whatsoever.)  He refused, showing a lot of stubbornness into thinking he deserved to be there.  Even with the impairment, I tried to be as  gentle as possible, knowing a panic might happen if there is any mishap that might possible happen.  He kept telling me to leave him alone.  As  thought I got him out of the way, he moved to another side of the window.  I managed to tell the bounce, but he said he was alright doing no harm.  My breath sighed, hoping so and not anticipating a worse-case scenario.  I know what it is to be like to be judged in situations like this.  But I also understand that I still have to have a behavior that is respectable, since people do get judgmental.  Any action, no matter what can have consequences.  Both good and bad.  I will probably try in the future to learn how to deal situations like these better in order to prevent unwanted fear and/or possible tougher situations in a dignified manner to be better able to handle them in the future.

As I went thru the club area near the West End, I saw a lot of people who remembered me from the past.  You know you made an impression when you show you have a positive impact on people.  There were a couple of men hanging around a 7-Eleven nearby, asking me questions.  I was also concerned about a possible impairment of one of the men.  The other said he was okay, so I gave them cereal bars.  The impaired man came to me, and I calmed him down telling him I'm not the police.  Pictures were pretty common as always, after all, it's not everyday you're seeing a superhero. I managed to go to Dunkin Donuts to get my iced coffee.  I changed my walk rout a little bit.  I saw a man standing by City Hall Plaza.  He said he was okay, but he was very impressed that a superhero came by to check on him.  He asked my name.  Even thou I told him, he wanted to write it down.  I gave him one of my cards to make it easier.  I managed to see a reporter from WCVB-TV Channel 5 outside the area doing a story.  I waited so I wouldn't photobomb the report.  Afterward, I'm hopeful for some good exposure.  Passing by the clubs, it's good to check with the bouncers to see if everything is okay.  I soon went to another area where I thought I saw someone possibly drunk.  I went by and checked.  Thankfully she was alright.  It was also great that I got a hug too.  It was assured as I checked on others to make sure everyone is okay and people knowing how concerned of a hero I am.

The second go around started tough but ended better.  As I passed by Haymarket again, a Boston Police officer spotted me.  Unsure as he was he asked about me?  I explained, and he asked, I believe, if I was "mentally cleared."  I will have to say something right now.  Most of the Boston Police have treated me with nothing but decency and respect.  But to have an officer asked me a question like that is extremely disrespectful.  I'm not trying to be PC about this.  After all, I was made fun of with my disability for a long time, both as a civilian and as a hero.  We all remember in the real life superhero Facebook community of Octavious Fong and the Rolling Eye of Doom & Circus Jaxs keep making disability jokes.  I can deal with that.  As a real life superhero, you do have to have a thick skin.  People will make fun of you, especially dressing strange, it does raise eyebrows.  That isn't the case.  A police officer, no matter if it's Boston, New York, Atlanta, or Dedham; have to hold a higher standard.  Police are role models that people see that they can trust.  Remarks like that not only hurt themselves and the entire community.  If any attitudes like that is seen by anyone else, it hurts the trust of others and breaks the faith that they can be the ones to trust.  To anyone there who is in law enforcement or any kind of profession that helps others; never show bias and never judge.  One bad experience from an officer can affect a citizen in so many hurtful ways.  I try to show no bias, as being a real life superhero taught me to be more tolerant of others, as who am I to judge for the outfit I wear, what I do, or the people I'm friends with.  If I do show that bias, then I am no better a person, and an even worse real life superhero to show that kind of attitude.

I passed by the West End again.  To see the people around the area is so amazing, as I saw a couple hanging around a hotel.  They were very impressed with me & it shows I can help.  I passed by some ladies.  One of them, a birthday girl, and told me a man called her a very nasty name.  I assured her that she is a lady and that no one has a right to insult like that.  We talked a little bit about one another.  We gave each other a hug, a good sign that I'm doing a great job.  I finished by a sidewalk by State Street.  As a lady was waiting by the walk light, and I saw the man waiting as if he was hanging around with a backpack nearby as the lady was talking on the phone.  As both stayed, I stared at both to make sure there was no funny business.  Thankfully, there wasn't.  It wasn't actually fight a criminal, but deterrence from a criminal from performing a criminal act, is actually more of a victory that you realize.  Less trauma on the victim, from preventing a disaster to take place, by simply watching the situation, standing guard, just in case anything goes wrong.  A great patrol!

January 17, 2020

Before I start, I want to throw something out to Scott Zolak, former quarterback for the New England Patriots & current radio commentator for the New England Patriots on 98.5 the Sports Hub along with Bob Socci.  In a game against the Cleveland Browns, during the first half most the Browns were on the bench.  Now it was cold that day.  But Zolak actually said something that was a very good point.  When you're dealing with history of teams in the midwest, like the Browns, the Bears, and the Packers, there was always not of them playing in cold weather stadiums.  And how rough tough those teams can get, we do remember the classics.  And I will note that some of the coldest games I can remember, some of the opponents are from warm weather areas.  Who cold for get the first Ice Bowl, with Vince Lombardi's Packers and the DALLAS Cowboys.  As well, the Cincinnati Bengals & the SAN DEIGO Chargers (And if you think I forgot about the Bengals, don't worry.  This season they did that to themselves this season.) But MOST IMPORTANTLY, the Patriots, well I would say the OAKLAND Raiders, but hell, any cold weather game the Patriots excel (Yes, I am a die-hard Patriots fan, AND DAMN PROUD OF IT!)  Anyway, it did get me to motivate me, to start patrolling in more cold weather days.  If I am going to back my word that I want to help the city, I can't act like I have to work on days when you have perfect weather all around.  You can always tell when someone truly;y cares during two moments, the good times & the BAD times.
The patrol in Dorchester was pretty well.  Weather was in the teens, but knowing it'll get even below zero late at night, wearing extra shirts is extremely helpful.  I had to wear my balaclava.  I know I would get in trouble for it, but in cold weather common sense has to prevail.  First thing I saw was an MBTA The Ride bus.  No big deal, but where it parked was.  I know the area was like near Pope John II School & Dorchester Park, opposite some homes that are on the other side.  Knowing that that kind of transportation maybe for people who can't take public transportation, especially if the physically and/or mentally disabled, it is of concern.  I went to the bus to sk if everything is okay.  The driver said he was & he was waiting for somebody.  I would ask further, but knowing the way I dressed, I was a little nervous about it.  So I walked on.  Next place something happened was a dumpster by O'Brien's Wines & Liquors.  There was some clanging around it.  I was going to check to make sure it wasn't vandals, muggers, burglars, or robbers.  Thank goodness it wasn't.  It was just some employees making sure to throw out the trash & lock the dumpster up for the night.  The night was getting colder and I did need something warm to drink.  I knew there was a McDonalds by Fields Corner, so I walked there, but I had to hurry because I knew it would close soon.  I was just in time for a medium hot coffee, unfortunately to the dismay of the workers who were ready to close.  But at least they were nice about it.  As I left, there was a young man who looked at his phone.  I checked on him.  He told me, he wanted to go to McDonalds but didn't know I would close that soon, so he was heading to the Fields Corner train station to get home.  I told him to get there soon & stay warm.  I managed to walk farther than I even imagined.  When I patrol Dorchester, I mostly do the southern side, but for the first time, I di the northern side.  It was pretty amazing.  I felt bad it was so cold, not many people.  But it can be a good thing, since no one was getting hurt.  I managed however to cross at Savin Hill Avenue.  Believe me, even I'm not that stupid to keep pushing.  I did see a pickup truck with bags over the the train station there.  Its hazard lights were still on, cause for a little concern.  Fortunately, the station was still open, and there were a couple of people.  I managed to tell one at the lobby.  It turned out it was someone taking care of the trash.  It was odd since it was a U-Haul rental.  Pretty odd for a train station to use a rental, when they can afford probably getting a truck to do that job.  But to be fair, there some places in Boston where it's impossible to park in, especially as a resident.  I then went to Savin Hill Beach/Park.  I noticed there were a couple of cars with their engines on.  I do know that there maybe some deviant activity.  I went to check out.  I asked one of the drivers, who was a lady, if everything's alright.  She says there is.  I didn't keep asking because I noticed a church bulletin or business sheet, so I was thinking it might be church related.  With that, I didn't try to ask the other care.  I did see another car at another parking lot with the engine running again.  But as I was coming up they left immediately.  Well, you know what they say about presence.  But with that I had to follow a path and go all the way around to William T. Morrissey Boulevard.  Which was exciting since it was my first time patrolling that area, but IT WAS COLD!!!!  I managed to pull thru, b ut it was a learning experience.  There wasn't a sidewalk near a certain area, so I had to walk in the parking lot.  I didn't notice a path under the bridge, and I had to be be extremely cautious of the situation.  When you're on that road at night and you're wearing a black uniform, you don't act reckless.  I managed to get to a Dunkin Donuts on Morrissey Boulevard.  I got a hot chocolate.  I had a great conversation with the employees.  One of them, a mother, was very impressed and very concerned with what I do.  I told her that about my past dealing with bullying and she felt that I should talk to students in schools about my experiences with it.  As I do try to get that across, I rarely get people to listen.  Hopefully, with another voice, it'll help.  She did say something about the shirt, and yes I'll take care of it.  Meeting with people is always great to show that you do care and you do have good intentions.  It's always important to show that respect.  Remember, no matter what motivation you have, the main reason you become a superhero IS TO HELP PEOPLE AND THE COMMUNITY.  As I walked down, I noticed a street light by Devine Ice Rink.  It might not be a big deal, but anyone who practices sports like ice hockey, speed skating, or figure skating, that might be a big deal.  I hope the Department of Public Works would look into that fior future safety concerns.  I did come down Neponset Avenue, FOR THE FIRST PATROL TIME.  Walked by Dorset Hall, there was a man & a woman meeting.  I heard something, but it turned out they were waiting for an Uber.   However the woman was yelling at me to move.  Her friend managed to keep her in control.  Yeah, it felt humiliating, but there should be understanding.  It was unknown what happened, probably drunk or having a bad day, and it was late at night.  People maybe in bad moods, but you can't take it personally.  Maturity is very key in developing a proper relationship with the community.  At any situation, it's important to know what is a threat and what isn't.  Professionalism is very important, not just as a real life superhero, but any form of public service.  As I walked thru Adams Street, a paddy wagon stopped to ask me some questions.  I was a little nervous, but in control.  I was a little awkward.  But as I explained to the officers who I was, what I do, and why I do, they had a better understanding.  There was understandable concern, but also a good amount not respect.  I give props to the officers for showing a strong level of professionalism and knowing how to ask the right questions to get to a proper answer.  Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if they would make detective someday.  Like I always tell fellow superheroes, when police encounter you, don't talk to them as if you're above out below.  If you talk as if you're better, you'll be seen as unprofessional, reckless, immature, and unable to do your job properly.  Below, it shows that you're uncertain, naive, and very fragile.  You have to show the same level of professionalism, maturity, authority (if necessary), and class that shows you can handle the job.  If you make a mistake, don't be afraid to admit it.  it does show you're human, you can mistake, and most important, it also disproves the theory that you live "in a fantasy world not knowing reality."  I believe the parties left with a little more respect for each other and I do hope one day to talk to the Boston Police Commissioner about ideas on how to make Boston safer.  My last thing did end at East Boston Savings Bank, where I saw two cars with their engines on and people meeting.  Thinking of possible deviant activity, I went up to ask if there was any problem.  Thankfully there was not, and I left.  A very long patrol, but it proved to me I can do the hard job real well.

January 10, 2020

Having heard of some incidents of motor vehicle larcenies, I decided to check out South Boston to make sure there wouldn't be any future problems.  As I went the usual route, however I went down Dorchester Street.  However that was my mistake as forgotten other.areas north, something to look at for future knowledge.  I walked down the area east of Dorchester Street.  Even earring sunglasses, using a flashlight to look better wouldn't be a smart idea because it would create more of a distraction and a hinderance.  As I walked, I looked at the parked vehicles at around the wheel area.  As I checked other side streets along the way, I had to take a quick peek, since walking down those streets would probably take more time and I had a lot of ground to cover.  As I made it down Columbia Road, I still managed to check on some who did park in an odd situation.  I know it may seem odd, but usually there are motorists who are lost or those who need help, still a very important task to remember.  There was one area that did make it look interesting.  Around possibly the Anne M. Lynch Homes at Old Colony, near the road, there was a vehicle with its engine running.  However, there was no driver in the car.  It looked immediately suspicious, so I checked if anyone was in there. This, especially since there was a woman in sweats that look more fore for warmer weather inside.  Her non-verbal communication looked frightened,. a little more than just someone like me looking non just to make sure she was okay.  I walked away, but it looked too odd that this woman was "just okay."  I was going to call 911 from a better location, but three people, dressed in appropriate winter attire, came out to confront me.  We talked about the situation.  But they told me it was just a woman AND HER BABY just waiting outside and it was me who spooked them out.  I left, but all of a sudden it, just raised more questions.  A woman who looked more cold and frightened, who was in the passenger seat of the car, while three people from aan apartment came out, saying they heard me "tapping on the window," even thou I believe that area you couldn't hear a quiet conversation, noticing the car traffic that comes thru that area.  I will ask you guys, if you have any information, please don't be afraid to call the police.  Pray for this poor woman at this time.
As well, things went well, more people asked for pictures. andI'm starting to get better at my job.  My patrols are getting better, just needs some fine tuning.

January 3, 2020

For my comeback, I was doing Downtown Boston. There was heavy police presence.  Normally, I'd be a bit nervous.  But this time, I was more confident.  This could work in my favor since I just got back from injury.  I immediately made a positive impact.  There was a renewed sense of confidence.  As I was crossing down to Faneuil Hall's club section, there was a family going back towards it. They were amazed to see me.  I responded well, making sure they were alright.  There were many who wanted my picture, but forgot their cameras.  We were all friendly nonetheless.  However, the First Lady seemed a little drunk.  The bouncer said that her and possibly her party weren't allowed in because of that.  I asked him to make sure she gets a ride home.  I had more confidence in myself, a little more of a swagger, but not too much too make me conceited.  Some friends did check up on me, and it felt appreciated.  I will tell you some ladies were impressed when I checked on them.  I remained professional, but I will tell you it's weird. Also, there were a couple of guys who interviewed me on their social media platforms.  It was helpful and we all had a newfound respect for each other.   As I went thru, there were occasions where I imparted wisdom and helped in certain situations.  There was a homeless lady who was asking for some change.  However, there was a 7-Eleven nearby.  So I asked if she wanted anything.  She wanted a Coca-Cola.  Managed to get.  It wasn't much, but it helped.  I did have a run-in with the police.  They were concerned, rightfully so.  I explained everything, &gave my ID as told.  But I will tell you.  It's very nice when you see police officers be very professional, very understanding, & very mature.  I give these guys a ton of credit.  They are true models in that sense, as well as true leaders.  As I was crossing Federal Street.  There was yelling and a guy yelling on then ground.  As soon as I came up, he started to panic.  I tried calming down, trying to help him regain his senses.  He seemed nervous and in a panicked state, aggression would not be key because it would make it worse.  I had to calm him down so he wouldn't do something stupid.  However, he was more panicky.  He all-of-a-sudden, started run and dart bout.  I noticed a vehicle coming and warned him, then he ran quickly.  Since he was going farther, I had to call 911.  This wouldn't be a situation that could be handled easily.  More food for thought.  Second lap, however, was a little tougher.  There were some people who wanted to invite me over.  Fortunately, I still had the whereitall to remain mature about it, especially with the bouncers outside.  As I passed Haymarket club scene, there were some nice people and then there were a couple of morons who said I wasn't a real superhero.  And with the kind of questions they were asking, I've seen worse.  There was a lady by Haymarket station, she was a little daze.  She was dancing and was trying to reach her friends.  I had to be a post as she took her boots as she was dancing all night.  I was even trying to help her get to her location.  She was able to find it, so I left it there.  As I crossed to the Twenty-two, I noticed a little group activity.  Everybody was "weird."  However, the sad part, was awhen an off-duty police cadet tried to pick a fight with me, saying I'm not a superhero.  Even so, he was trying to grab my baton.  I immediately went to self defense, knowing he could do more damage.  He still started a fight.  But in the end, he pushed me and ran off.  Some cadets aren't meant for the badge.  A couple of homeless people came by, and asked me to help them with some coffee.  I did get it for them.  But as outside, there people very nervous about missing a ride.  There was close to a fight between the parties.  I did separate them and walked with the homeless.  I told to be understanding of others as you would want to be understood.  They responded well.  As I crossed Haymarket Square, there was a Good Samaritan who was looking over a woman who was unconscious.  He tried calling 911 three times with no effect.  So, I knew there was a police station nearby.  So I ran there and told a couple of people there there was a lady down.  The response was immediate.  Give credit to that guy.  As I did assist, he deserves to be considered a hero.  This was a good comeback.

My comeback speech #gronktherock