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.