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.
