The Final Chapter (part 17)

August 1, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17q]

Subject: What a stupid day!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 22, 2021 5:51 PM

First, the horrible threat from Spike Dewars arrives in the email, then, just a moment ago, I bump into the building manager outside, who told me someone’s complained about the pups again, and that the exterminator wants to treat my room EVERY TWO WEEKS! Triple whammy, and the day’s not over yet.

Re. the dogs’ “noise complaint,” it’s most likely the fellow with the two chihuahuas, whom I rarely see when I’m with the pups. Unfortunately, I saw him twice in the past few weeks, and the doggies barked up a storm the first time, but not so much the second. If Flaco & Lucky meet the chihuahuas several more times, I’m sure they wouldn’t bark anymore. But no, the asshole’s gotta be a drama queen, because prejudiced.

But I didn’t bring that up, I just told Kevin I’m not sure why the complaint, though they do howl when an ambulance or fire engine goes by, but not often, maybe once or twice a month, and only when the sirens linger.

As for the bed bug problem: I can’t possibly live like that, packing everything up every other week, laundering it all, then unpacking it again. It’ll drive me nuts. I’ll have to buy new tarps twice a month, because I’ll have to throw them away before each treatment. That will cost me $50 each month! Plus laundry costs. Or I’ll have to go back to the dirty, wooden floor, which wouldn’t be good for the pooches, let alone my own peace of mind.

At any rate, Kevin seemed rather reluctant to tell me about the complaint, so I doubt it will go anywhere. I’m so sick of nasty people.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: What a stupid day!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 22, 2021 9:22 PM

> The threat from Dewars isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on. Ignore!

No problem. I just don’t appreciate another cycle of hostility to go through…not just from him.

> God, people who complain to the “authorities” oughtta be shot and put in a mass grave. Why can’t the fuckwad complain directly to you? Jeeziz.

He won’t because his hostility is actually against my having a homeless friend. Typical of elitist queers. I already tried talking to him several weeks back, about letting the pups meet…and he just screamed and walked away. All he’s doing is coming up with an excuse to target me, he’d rather try to make me miserable, even if it means the pups’ death. Most people find it hilarious, when the doggies act up; they put on quite a show! But it’s rare now. I can’t stand how some folks in this building set me up to feel fearful every time I exit or enter the building with these two, sweet dogs.

> The extermination business is outrageous. Can you refuse it??

No I can’t. I will be labeled as uncooperative regarding a health hazard for all residents, which can lead to my eviction. Besides, a refusal would require a lawyer’s backing, which seems impossible to get. Kevin DID politely ask if every two weeks is okay by me. I told him prepping for treatment is NEVER something I look forward to, because it’s a big hassle…but it needs to be done, so, yes, go ahead. You know, I always live in such a way as to never draw attention upon myself, but it persistently turns out opposite! The spotlight boldly glares down upon me, in spite of my quiet life.

> Every two weeks for how long? Indefinitely?

I don’t know, but I presume so. Had I an attorney on my side, things would go much better for me, in all these recent crises. But they are not amenable to individual cases that are pro bono, as I’ve since learned. Ya gotta have at least several other residents standing with you, before they’ll consider taking on the case. NO ONE is on my side in this building, because I am not of their bourgeois ilk. I’ve had to suffer ongoing gossip for decades here, and each and every time whoever was manager participated in it, if not outright provoked the enmity.

You’d think they’d have learned their lesson by now, after the recent Myrtle & son debacle…especially since the manager was part of it, and they all eventually collapsed, leaving behind BLATANT evidence of their illegal behavior. Chihuahua man knows nothing about this, so I guess that makes him think I’m a pushover. But I DID expect Kevin to cover for me, seeing as I have the goods on him, so to speak. Not only did I trigger Myrtle’s eviction, but also straightened out the disturbance coming from the Hohokum smoke shop!

Well, he’s doddering now in his old age, and may not last much longer. I see him every day with head bowed and shuffling along like a 90-year-old, though I think he’s around 74. And, as I’ve recently come to realize, all I need do is just walk the peaceful path, don’t answer hostility with same, but stand my ground in a soft-spoken manner, and trust that the Fates are on my side. They’ve never failed me before, so I doubt they will this time around.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: I could kick myself!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 23, 2021 5:03 PM

Don’t know WHY this hadn’t occurred to me before now:

Wave a treat over their noses as we exit and enter the building. They LOVE their duck-jerkey snacks, so this just might be the ticket to get these nasty schmucks off my back. The idea just struck me a moment ago.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: I could kick myself!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 23, 2021 5:51 PM

> So they don’t bark? Great idea!!

I haven’t tried it out yet, but I have a hunch it’ll do the trick. And as more time passes, they’ll get accustomed to encountering other dogs in the hallway…it’s just so infrequent, it’ll take more time. I think it was good ol’ Pterry Pterodactyl who whispered the suggestion in my ear. She always comes to the rescue at the last moment!

It was devastating to dwell upon being ordered to keep the dogs away, my heart was breaking. They would lose their only sanctuary, and my company; and I, theirs. An end to any happiness whatsoever until my death…I’d feel so sad for the doggies. I’d fight till the bitter end if necessary, even unto becoming homeless. But I managed to shove that worst-case scenario to the back of my mind, and relax somewhat…reminding myself to stay kind to my enemies, that SOMEthing would come up to resolve the matter. AND THANK PTERRY IT DID!

Another bodhisattva challenge flung at my feet, and resolved. Remaining calm, and free of worry as best you can, is always key. This juggling between Deek’s provocations and those within my building has been quite a reckless ride! But it looks to have come to an end. I’ve always hated roller coasters, even as a kid. I only got on once, and that was enough. I NEVER BOUGHT A TICKET, I WAS SHOVED ON!

One issue resolved; one more to go. Pterry’s in her Triassic heaven, all’s right with the planet.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: I could kick myself!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 23, 2021 7:27 PM

> I think it’ll work.

Of course it will. And it’s only a few brief moments up or down the stairs. Better yet, when the new elevator is finally running, there’ll be considerably LESS surprise encounters to deal with. Especially from a certain, fucked up drama queen with two chihuahuas. I’m sure he’ll miss the opportunities to go running off to the manager to gripe about me.

> Truly inspired.

Thank you, but I feel pretty dumb for taking so long to come up with the OBVIOUS solution. After all, I’ve already read some online dog sites, one of which said to carry some treats with you, to distract them from barking at other pups. I just didn’t think of it as an indoor thing to do, as well.

> Back in the 70s, I took LSD with my queer (he insisted on that word) friend Michael, he of REQUIEM FOR A PASHA, which I’m pretty sure you’ve read.

Yes, I remember the tale well…and I just took a few moments to read it again. A sweet memorial so colorful and poignantly writ! Your friendship with him shines clearly through. 1990: not really so long ago. That was still my BBS and DOS game era, with my Philly friend Chuck directly over me, two flights up. Gee, I was only 40.

> We went to a big sprawling amusement park In Denver, hot summer night, LSD kicking in, surging crowds, rode the giant creaky dangerous old wooden roller coaster, our screams echoing through the universe, disembarked with faces and legs rubbery with hysteria and adrenaline, rode on the merry-go-round for about an hour to calm ourselves down.

OMG, I got nauseous just reading it! I can’t imagine being on LSD in Denver of all places! Surely you had OTHER adventures while visiting the mile-high city…when you were both MORE than a mile high!

There is a pretty tame roller coaster on the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, less than two blocks from the cottage I rented, while working as a teaching assistant for special needs kids at Aptos High. Every night I’d fall asleep to the distant rattle of the coaster, folks screaming with delight, the thunder of the waves crashing, and seals barking.

Chuck even visited me a few times when I lived there, usually for the weekend, from San Francisco which I had left for three years, to settled in Santa Cruz County. Even my parents visited me then, when they decided to tour a bit of the West Coast. Chuck showed up when they were there; a very nice visit was had by all. I finally got fed up with the social dullness of SC, and returned to SF…and a year later, Chuck got me a room in the same building he occupied, and in which I remain to this day.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: New Mendo listserv has a separate “zeke” category!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 24, 2021 9:56 PM

I just started listening to Marshall’s “Memo of the Weird” latest podcast, when I learned about this new mailing list, hosted at, and that the creator has set up a folder in my name. According to his email to Marshall, it’s because I post so much stuff. Apparently, this new service extracts messages from the MCN announce list. So, whatever you post to the announcement list, also goes to, and vice versa. But you also can set your account to exclude your contributions to Announce.

This Mendo list excludes all fake news, conspiracy crap and hostile comments. So already an improvement, as certain egregious folks have been banned. And I have my own special folder! I imagine when I post TO, it will not be moved to “Zeke,” but stay in whatever category I designated. So I think a good strategy is to post all my original messages (mostly political) to, knowing they’ll also go to MCN. And I’ll just reserve my Announce participation to rebutting the hostile comments directed at me, or those posts spewing anti-vax, conspiracies or right-wing or religious drivel.

I’m sure SOME idiots will be upset over having a whole “Zeke” category at the other service…but most (if not all) of them will be banned, anyway. archives all posts for five years, which makes it a nice resource. You can even download all of your own messages. It’s really a message board, which I prefer…but so does Mr. Titslaffer. Too bad, because I presume he’s one of the banned damned, as well.

You’ll need to subscribe in order to view anything there, but I’ve attached the categories list, to show you my name right at the bottom (because it starts with Z).

Click here for a larger view.

From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 24, 2021 10:15 PM

…and holding the treats over them like fish bait works like a charm! All they wanted were those goodies, didn’t care about rushing up the stairs and into my hovel. But that’s not the final test, as we encountered no one along the way. But I’m confident the duck-jerky snacks will do their trick in those cases, too.

Deek dropped by with the doggies a half hour ago, asked for a $20 advance, and gave me a smartphone and small Bluetooth speaker for recharge. He told me they’ve been having the runs today, in an apologetic tone of voice…but I assured him that’s alright. One or the other has had diarrhea several times before over the past year, and they always let me know when they need to step outside, and give me ample time to put on my shoes, coat, their leashes, etc.

I wished him an excellent night, and off he went to wherever. Didn’t tell me whether he’ll let the dogs stay overnight, or take them back when he returns to pick up his gadgets. For some reason he prefers to keep me guessing. But the pooches are now totally zonked out, they really need this respite…so I’d hate to wake them up and drag them back outside later on tonight.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek “in a hurry” to…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 25, 2021 11:21 AM

… go around the corner, as it turned out. I woke up at 7:30 AM, and the pups remained in their dreamworld as I refreshed my pits with deodorant, brushed my ragged non-pearly off whites, and shaved my face (I never use a mirror to do that, BTW). Looked like the doggies didn’t need to go out yet, but I went ahead and prepared another sack full of dog food, because I was pretty sure Deek would ask for it upon his return. Which he said would be around 8 AM or shortly after, once he got breakfast at a church by Dolores Park, four blocks away.

“They still don’t let you inside,” he said last night, “but you can pick up the food and eat it wherever.”

Eight o’clock rolled around, which is when Rosenberg’s opens, and where I go for coffee. So I shoved six quarters in my pocket, put on my sandals, and reach for a jacket. But the moment I did, the pups suddenly popped out of bed, stretched on the floor and wagged their tails. And that is how I know, “Yep, they need to poopy.”

As we exited my room I showed them the duck treat pieces in my hand, to distract them from any possible encounter where they might bark. But again, there was nobody coming in or out. I gave them their treats anyway, once we stepped outside. Getting them into this habit is good training, anyway.

Good news: their sidewalk “gifts” were firm and otherwise normal…no runniness whatsoever. As I walked them back hovel, I heard someone call to me from a distance. Of course it was Deek; who else could it be, as pretty much no one knows me except for a small cabal of hateful people who would never DREAM of greeting me in any friendly way. He was crossing Market Street catty corner, burdened with a few items, including a coat flung over one shoulder, a small backpack, and a black, oblong Bluetooth speaker the size of a small boombox that looked brand new.

He said he’s in a hurry, just charge these items and he’ll return around noon. So he took the dogs and I returned home. But just when I opened the front gate, I looked back to see him turn the corner and disappear by the back of my building! Once I plugged in the devices he gave me, I checked to see if he really DID park himself nearby. I poked my head out the hallway window and, sure enough, there he was a third-block up, seated against the wall and chatting with another vagrant. And the dogs were lying down right on the hard concrete, dammit! He even had one of those cheap, felt blankets in a paper bag, that the churches give out. But what did he do with it? Dumped it right there on the corner, by the lamppost.

“I could’ve fed Flaco & Lucky first,” I thought, “but now they’re not gonna eat anything for hours!” Well, that’s not quite true, as he also showed up with two very LARGE, thick bones sealed in cellophane. Hopefully they’d enjoy that for the while. So he’s in a hurry for WHAT…to sit around the corner for three hours, then return to pick up his items?

Well, at least these days when he DOES hang out around my building, he remains respectfully quiet for the most part. (And that one time he WAS “noisy,” it wasn’t so bad, and it was daytime.) BTW I gave him some great compliments last night. Told him I’m so amazed by all these good changes in him, it’s almost scary. He asked what do I mean, so I first reminded him what a kind thing he’s done by bringing these pooches into my life. But he’s also growing spiritually in leaps and bounds. Rather than give him any particulars on this (which I knew would put him off, as it might remind him of his previous horrid behavior) I said:

“It’s hard to describe in words, so let me put it this way. I can just sense when someone is going through good changes, and you just shine these days.” His response?

“Thank you, I do try.”

I just stepped out to see if I could take a camera shot of Deek and pups from across the street. But his companion was awake, and I did not want to catch their attention, so put my smartphone back in my pocket and meandered back hovel. Stupidly enough, upon entering the building, Kevin the manager came walking down the stairs. I said good morning, and he responded with:

“What was all that yelling going on for a half hour outside?”

I said, “Huh?”

“It was about an hour ago, and I heard your voice.”

I had nothing to say, as I was confused over the accusation, so just shrugged my shoulders. Then, with a disgusted look on his face, he said, “Oh, never mind,” and exited, with coffee in one hand, and a small shopping bag in the other. But just before he passed through the doors, I replied in a quizzical tone, “Okay?”

I really didn’t know WHAT he was talking about, but realized some seconds later exactly what he was addressing. And that his gripe is bogus.

The thing here is that, yes, I was speaking with Deek, the meetup lasted less than five minutes, and no yelling ensued. (Kevin lives in the turret apartment, two flights up from my quasi-fascist neighbor, Moe Fleisher. And those two are friends, or should I say “partners in crime.”)

I had raised my voice a little, in exasperation over his request to change the songs on his phone. “I can’t do that, Deek, there are hundreds of albums now, and it would be a headache for me to figure out what songs are not on it already!”

It’s very quiet these mornings, thanks to the pandemic, and voices carry in the cool air. But Kevin’s accusation is totally unjustified. There was NO yelling going on. Should everyone just whisper outdoors now, to please his majesty? With all the screeching going on by our building late into the night, by drunks and tweekers, he’s really got his gall!

Kevin is harassing me. But I’ll just continue to wish him well whenever our paths cross, say “hello,” “good morning,” stuff like that. I suspect he’s setting me up for eviction, or some other horrible, fake grievance. It’ll backfire. Here’s what I think is really going on:

My confrontation with Myrtle & son, and Kevin’s own participation in their antagonism towards me, has caused him much animosity against THIS perplexed pilgrim. Too bad for him. I’m dealing with a child here, perhaps someone with progressive dementia. I was thinking of texting him, “We need to talk,” but I figured that would not go over well, as he persists in talking down to me, and never allowing us any REAL conversation.

I still wonder what the heck his collusion with Myrtle & son was REALLY all about…but I suspect he doesn’t want me, or anyone else, to know. He might even be afraid, and see my not keeping to myself regarding stuff that goes on in this building, as a threat to his own scurrilous activities.

But what do I know? I’m just an SRO occupant, and, as you know, single-room residents like myself are supposed to be invisible, since our kind don’t really count in their eyes.

Now, just when I was about to end this missive, Deek called up for his things, and the dog food. I didn’t bother to tell him anything about my difficulties with the manager, and chihuahua man. Seeing as HE is no longer any sort of problem, as well as not a very good listener. Nor do I want to put more stress or worry in his life. He gave me a hearty thanks, I said sure, any time, and have an excellent day. I really hope he does.

Oh: nor did I mention his being “in a hurry” to park himself around the corner was kinda silly. I could’ve fed the dogs then brought them out to him…or even let them rest a few hours more, inside. I think it’s best to leave things be, and just see how they develop. Overall, he’s doing remarkably well these days. Thus, it is NOT the time any more for criticism, as that would be “micro-managing.” And I abhor people who do that.

I just checked again: he is no longer parked behind my building, nor is his momentary comrade…whoever the heck he was, I’ve never seen him before. And that means nothing.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Deek “in a hurry” to…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 25, 2021 1:10 PM

> What a morning!!

I know, okay? And right when Deek showed up this morning, I had some treats in my hand, ready to enter the gate. The pups were MOST eager to receive them, but I held back because for whatever reason, Deek is paranoid about giving them any treats. Poor Flaco kept looking up at me, craving her goody, as I walked the pups over to Deek, and comisserated with him for several minutes. She even stood up with paws on my thigh, sniffing at my coat pocket. I felt terrible, having to ignore her like that. But they DID have those huge bones to gnaw on. Or lick, because tiny jaws…but I have a hunch they didn’t care for them at all. They don’t like ANY snacks that are hard; they only go for the chewy stuff.

BTW, Kevin has yet to schedule me for that next bedbug treatment, as part of the new “every two weeks” plan. He’s actually done something like this before, late last year, that is:

Set up another treatment two or three weeks after the first one, and I said I’ll be ready. But it never happened, and the next “gassing” wasn’t till three months later. I conjecture he’s making some stuff up to try to make me break. Won’t work. Though I ALSO conjecture this is further tweaking of my emotional quotient a la my Bodhisattva Premise. Because it looks like the moment I get myself centered and calm once again, some other nuisance erupts. I can deal with it, though; I’m fine. The fact that Deek has gotten vaccinated, and is behaving so much more reasonable and friendly–and the pups continue their visits–all certainly keep my spirits aloft. Now, a little more about my complimenting him yesterday:

I also told him that I’m a pretty tough guy, but I don’t play it that way…and my physical appearance and gentle demeanor make most think I’m a chump.

“But you know better, Deek,” I noted. “I haven’t exactly gone easy on you. Nor have you gone easy on ME, for that matter!” Of course I left out the part where, had I gone easy on him, he’d stomp all over me, wreck my life and get me evicted, thus become homeless like him!

I added that he DESERVES praise at this time in his life, because he’s doing amazingly well these days. And I have grown mightily, too, thanks to all the challenges he’s tossed my way. At that point, he was eager to leave because, I think, my flattering words heaped upon him so copiously was a bit much for him to take. Or, assuming he IS my bodhisattva guardian, it is only proper to respond to such kudos with humility, and not make a fuss of it.

I therefore can NOT hold enmity towards Kevin and chihuahua man, either…for the same reason. IOW: we have no enemies, only teachers.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: New Mendo listserv has a separate “zeke” category!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 25, 2021 2:06 PM

> Holy cow!! What a development!!

I suspected all along there was a cow behind all this…in light of Mendoland’s rural nature. I’ve certainly made a splash up there! “Memo of the Weird” Marshall not only talked about this new board, but mentioned there’s a special section just for Zeke! I would NOT have known about this at all, had he not brought it up on his latest show. I still listen to every single one of his episodes, via podcast, in spite of his unwarranted antagonism towards me. And it sure has paid off THIS time around, like I hit the jackpot!

This message board is very well laid out, with excellent options. We should have a much better online community, without all those right-wing and conspiracy assholes…especially that Nazi lunatic (and his several admiring followers…even gyork is banned. He’s the one who spread wild gossip about me supposedly making money from my posts, and accused my puppy rescue project of being a scam).

By having my own category, folks are free to read or NOT read anything I post. Turns out that whatever I contribute to the board, goes directly to the “zeke” folder, no matter the topic. And that’s okay by me…it still gets sent to the Announcement list, so long as I don’t turn off that feature. There seems to be no automatic sorting by category, however. So I guess the administrator does it all by hand. Which takes a bit of concentrated work, I’d say.

My way of saying thank you to, was to post the following message, my very first:

Subject: God Only Knows – BBC Music
From: ezekielk
Date: Sun July 25 2021 2:54 AM

One of the loveliest songs by the Beach Boys, in a special rendering by the BBC. Let this sweet song remind us all that things of this world will reach a crescendo of seemingly insurmountable and disastrous odds before the clouds break up and the sun shines through. (Or the sunlight fades and the dark clouds come tumbling down, for us stormy weather lovers.) We’re almost there, just a few more steps!

Subject: Marshall read an excerpt from my latest tale!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 25, 2021 7:21 PM

Listening a fifth hour in to his podcast from last Friday night’s show, I was delighted to hear him read this excerpt I call “The Box & The Fluff.” So he’ll read excerpts I post to the Announce list, and that’s how I grab his interest for now on. I’ll just have to remember to make each one juicy, with a reading time of 4-5 minutes. No more just a paragraph or two (or three or four) whenever I announce my latest chapter!

I guess I could just post excerpts from my earlier tales once a week, between new chapter announcements. That way, Marshall’s Brindlekin narrations will accumulate into a tasty repast for the Youtube crowd. And I’ll also post links to them via my WordPress blog’s KNYO section.

BTW, I lost another “Zeke’s Mailing List” member, Millie Lasser. I know her through her homeless son I befriended over a decade ago. Her email’s bounced back twice, so far. My list never took off, though…at the most there were only four: you, Carlyle Lambourne, Chuck Kapinski and Millie. I dropped you from it, once I joined the MCN lists, ’cause you’d get the same stuff I post there, that I include on my own mailing list. So now I’m down to just ONE! But then a NEW “zeke” list has cropped up, thanks to…and it COULD turn into something interesting.

Subject: Doggy Dining with the Stars IV
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 27, 2021 6:52 PM

I just uploaded this video, which I took while feeding the pups a short while ago (4 mins.):

Watch Flaco & Lucky enjoy a hearty meal while an old ’30s, ’40s or ’50s movie plays in the background. Today I bring you “Woman on the Run,” a 1950 noir film directed by Norman Foster. Starring Ann Sheridan, Ross Elliot, Dennis O’Keefe, John Qualen, Frank Jenks and Robert Keith. Distributed by Fidelity Pictures Corporation, whoever the heck THEY were.

I love the gentle absurdity of playing an old, noir movie in the background while filming the pups noshing away.

Deek showed up around 5:40. I gave him a full $60 even though I already advanced him $20 three days prior. Told him that’s it for the month, no more money for a week, my budget’s really tight till then. Again, he said he’s in a hurry, and obviously the pups were, as well…to dash upstairs to their little sanctuary. As I turned to go, Deek hollered out: “Hey, look at this!” So I turned around halfway to the gate to see a HUGE speaker on a dolly, tethered to his latest bicycle.

“It’s just as big as the last one!” he declared with excitement.

“Wow,” I replied, “somethin’ else!” But then rushed to open the gate because I saw Kevin fast approaching, carrying a small duffel bag with those thick, round leather handles. “What the heck is in THAT,” I wondered, as I hurriedly fumbled with the keys in the same hand I clutched a Bluetooth speaker, while holding both leashes with the other hand, which was also prodding my right pocket for a couple of duck jerky treats. Deek hopped onto his bicycle, said “Thank you Zeke,” and I called back, “Thank you, too!”

And up the stairs we dashed, the doggies arf-arf-arfing with joy, all the way hovel.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Texting with Wattson – 7/28/21

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Subject: And off they go!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 29, 2021 11:41 AM

Well, Wattson, another sweet Canis familiaris visit has come to an end. When I brought the doggies down to him this morning, he apologized for not showing up yesterday. Something about things may or may not be working out with “my girl,” how she either can’t or doesn’t want the pups over…not sure which, as he didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t prod. (My immediate thought was: “How could anyone NOT love those pooches? Maybe he should drop her.”) But I assured him:

“That’s fine, you know I always take good care of them, you never need to worry.”

He had a bike with a huge garbage sack bursting with recyclables tottering over the handlebars, and a trailer to lug that ginormous speaker. The moment he thanked me and said god bless you, the bag slid open and spilled cans and bottles all over the sidewalk. The dogs stood around, patiently watching him clean up the mess, as I blessed him back and told Flaco & Lucky “stay with your master now!” They understood, and neither attempted to follow me back to the gate. Though of course their loving eyes watched me until I vanished.

I was pleased with not just how calm the doggies were, but Deek, too. Not a single flash of anger when the bag disgorged its contents. He simply began putting the escaped items back into their bag, as I left them to their concrete jumble world once again, wishing them only the best.

It was a colorful, O. Henry-esque scene I wish I had bothered to record with my spy pen. However, once returned hovel, I caught two brief scenes of them departing, as I aimed my Moto E out the window. Nervous about him possibly looking up and seeing me film them, both shots were quite brief. But I stuck them together, and uploaded the result here (22 seconds):

As for continuing my test of using treats to distract them from foot traffic up and down the stairs, it has passed with flying colors twice so far: once, yesterday, and once, this morning. The first time, not a peep out of them…the second time, a couple of woofs but no more. I have yet to encounter someone with their own pet, but I think it’s all under control now.

Though it’s been pretty much of a non-issue all along, I have to deal with a few mofos residing here, including the manager. They are anti-happiness personified! They seem to have their panties up in a bunch that I DARE sit for two homeless doggies…emphasis on “homeless.” What do they think I’m planning to do, run a street dog service? I can’t imagine the horrible things being said about me through the toxic grapevine! A little kindness goes a long way, but Glaucus forbid they should ever show any of THAT.

Whatever happened to the San Francisco I once loved, and was so accepting of eccentric folks like yours truly? It’s gone the way of the REST of America, culminating with our Demon President Trump. Hopefully, this surging Delta Strain will wipe out a large sum of them. But I’m not holding my breath; just wearing a mask again. What an appropriate symbol for this vile, corrupt nation: a mask!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: And off they go!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 29, 2021 12:55 PM

> So glad you got extra time with them.

Always wonderful when that happens. The pups LOVE visiting me…all that cushy comfort where they know they are safe, loved, and in a peaceful, quiet setting. Their trust in me is absolute.

Woke up this morning around 7:05 AM with my left foot being anointed. Flaco was licking my heel, then moved on to the rest of my foot, doing such a prolonged, thorough job of it, including getting between the toes! Sometimes she’d grip a toe or two lightly with her sharp little teeth, for a deeper clean. While performing this sacred ritual, I pulled Lucky close to me…he sighed dreamily as I held his buff little bod between my arms.

Several minutes later, and to my surprise, she then moved on to the OTHER foot! I consider the word “anoint” preferable to “lick,” in light of my spiritual awakening to the divine spirit of the dog. And, just as the early Christians washed each other’s feet to show humility and respect for the divine in each of us, so did Flaco, the dachshund/terrier pilgrim, on our shared journey.

> I looked closely at the video, I see he has the two of them leashed together. They seem to be trotting along, just following him, but it didn’t look as though there was a lead connected to him and his bicycle…maybe there was and I just couldn’t see it. How does this rig work??

While tethered to each other, they’re otherwise off-leash. The pups have become very good at keeping to the sidewalk, and close to their master. Deek’s joining the two leashes together is a rather new thing, which he began around four months back. He fashioned the knot so well, it’s difficult for me to unravel (so I don’t bother). Which makes walking them a bit of a chore, since they often switch from one side to the other, and I have to either quickly step over the extended leash, or just drop it to the ground, step back and pick it up again. Which happens every couple of minutes or so, on each walk.

Also, with these leashes joined, I can no longer tether them to the sign post outside Morey’s corner store. At least, not in the usual manner. I have to bring a separate cord or one of the spare collars, as a workaround. Speaking of knots:

A few weeks ago I laughed at myself when I thought of what an excellent knot he used to link the pups’ leashes, recalling my discussion about knots earlier this year. I had handed him a new sack of kibble, after tying a double knot sideways instead of vertically.

“Why did you tie it like that?” he queried with a touch of annoyance.

“Because while this knot is still strong and keeps food fresh, it’s easy to untie. That way you can open and close it with little fuss.”

“Hmm,” he skeptically mused. So I elaborated:

“I know my knots, Deek. Thanks to the Boy Scouts.” Not bothering to tell him I never made it beyond Tenderfoot by the time I finally dropped out when I turned seventeen. (My right-wing, military-college-educated, Trumpturd brother had become an Eagle Scout by the time he reached that same age.) And this particular knot I didn’t learn about till many years later. IOW: mine was a hollow brag.

So after dealing with this new leash arrangement, I finally realized that’s a damn righteous knot he’s got there! Perhaps, I conjectured, in his own, unique bodhisattva style, it is his way of saying:

“See? I know knots too, Zeke!”

And he set up the joke so that it wouldn’t hit me till some weeks later.

Does that answer your question, good physician? You often ask most difficult ones without even realizing it. Or do you?

Next time the pooches visit, I will be sure to take a snapshot of Deek’s fabulous knot, and send it to you.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: This Month’s Outrageous Xfinity Bill.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 30, 2021 5:58 PM

Read it and weep.

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Re: This Month’s Outrageous Xfinity Bill.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 12:42 AM

> Haw!

It’s highway robbery…in reverse.

The pups are back. Deek showed up just after midnight, wanted to leave them with me so he could do his night riding with a large speaker in tow. Fine with me. Now, back to watching another episode or two of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, then it’s time to hit the sack. Flaco’s stretched out in the box, and Lucky’s curled up at my feet. He loves his neck scratches BTW, often pushes his head against my leg for more.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Adisa and Punk Friends Robbed Morey’s Shop This Afternoon!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 4:51 PM

Also, Morey’s brother was jumped, but he managed to defend himself quite well and shove off the attack, and even took a video of them further down the block. Here’s how I found out about it:

Around 2:30 PM I walked the pups up Noe Street, and noticed a commotion happening a block-and-a-half up. Saw four black teenagers, and I automatically assumed Adisa was among them, though I could not tell, visually, as I quickly scooted to the other side of the street and stood for a minute, hidden by a couple of leafy trees. Could not hear what they were saying, but tone of voices indicated intimidation and threats. There was a fellow standing by the door who looked like Morey, but I later learned that’s his brother. He was holding up his smartphone to take a video of the punks who stood further down the block, hollering back.

I then continued my walk, looking left to see if I could spot Adisa. Yep, he was definitely one of ’em, and I think he saw me, too. Anyway, I moved swiftly on and rounded the corner to get to my bank’s branch and withdraw $40. I figured not to intervene in the fracas, due to the pups’ presence, deciding instead to visit Morey’s shop upon my return, assuming the confrontation would have ended by then. It had, and there were three cops taking stock of the situation; their car was parked nearby.

Morey was not there, though his brother was…along with another clerk by name of Jack: a tall, Lebanese fellow of advanced years. Very nice man, as is his wife. They filled me in with what happened and, since Morey already knows my difficulties with Adisa and his mom (AND the building manager), I let him fill Jack in with my side of the equation.

I then offered to send them a link to my video of Adisa harassing me, via texting or email. Jack gave me his cell phone number, and some minutes later upon arriving hovel, I sent him that link, plus a copy of my complaint to Ablablah Realty, which includes their full names and other useful details.

Fortunately, I did not cross paths with the delinquents on my way home, though I feared I might, ’cause that’s the direction they headed off to, after the altercation. God forbid they should ever enter my building again! Which is quite possible, since easy to do. In fact, the front gate was held ajar for a couple of hours today, as a resident was moving out with a U-Haul truck parked nearby. AROUND THE SAME TIME Adisa et al were harassing Morey’s friends and strolling the neighborhood.

Not knowing what kind of association our building manager Kevin may still have with Myrtle & son, I’m hesitant to inform him of this horrid event. I could text him a brief alert and be done with it. At any rate, I’m keeping my eyes peeled for Adisa, and the moment I see him again, will call 911.

Can you believe this, Wattson? Why is my life so frequently filled with crisis after crisis on a most local level? This is out of the ordinary. Hmm, I think I’ll march back to Morey’s corner store right now, to see if they got my video and letter, and whether or not the punks showed up again. Jack said they threatened to. As far as I know, no weapon was involved. And hopefully, that will never come to pass. Where is Myrtle in all this?

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Okay, I just texted Kevin this: “Adisa and punk friends robbed Morey’s shop this afternoon, and jumped his brother. You may want to talk to them, yourself, for the record.”

Subject: Adisa and Punk Friends Robbed Morey’s Shop This Afternoon! UPDATE
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 7:05 PM


I have yet to receive acknowledgment from Jack that he got my texted video and letter. But I thought I did, when someone texted back “Jesus!” about a half hour ago. Foolish me, I had not noticed the reply was from Kevin, not Jack. I was so eager to hear back from Morey’s coworker, that I jumped the gate. With the following sorry result:

Maybe it’s for the best, could smooth things over, as Kevin now sees I speak reasonably of him, regardless of my justified outrages against the prick. That is: I don’t gossip or spread hate. Be that as it may, I’m still waiting on Jack’s ACK. I decided NOT to walk back there so soon to get updated, as I’m afraid I might come off as a wannabe private investigator, treating their crisis like some kind of staged adventure (though I suspect it IS just that).

However, should I NOT hear from him by 7:30, THEN I’ll pay a visit, as it’s also a good time to walk the pups again. Morey’s shop closes nightly at eight.

Well, the doggies are STILL with me (hurray!), and I remembered to take a pic of Deek’s “super knot” that joins the leashes like they were fused together. Actually, two pics to show both sides.

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Re: Adisa and Punk Friends Robbed Morey’s Shop This Afternoon!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 8:38 PM

> Be careful!!!

In light of my very low income and limited resources, no real friends nearby, easy access to this building, the manager’s (and at least two other residents’) hostility, Deek’s frighteningly incautious behavior at times, and caring for the pups against all odds…there’s little I can do as regards being careful. I’m absurdly vulnerable, and that’s just the way it is. Besides, I’ve always been careful all my life, as best to my abilities…this is nothing new.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Adisa and Punk Friends Robbed Morey’s Shop This Afternoon! UPDATE
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 8:38 PM

> Oh, drat! A further complication!!

But wait, there’s more:

As I stepped out to check on Morey’s shop, I almost fell down the stairs and broke my pinky! Deek’s damn tethered leashes got caught up in my right ankle at just the moment I released the pups to go dashing down the stairs and into the lobby. Which made me fall on my keister while clutching for stability on the banister in such a way as to come close to snapping my little finger off its socket. Fortunately, I was spared, got up and started to open the doors to let the doggies out.

But they were staring back at someone coming down the steps and were about to bark up a storm. I managed to quell that with a treat held above their noses, but they resisted my nudging them to get through the gate before that person reached the lobby. I succeeded at the very last second when lo and behold, up comes a huge pit bull leashed (thank god) to its owner, and all three dogs started barking. Forcing me just to stand there until they passed, because a small crowd approaching from the left obstructed my egress. Which meant that I was probably blocking the tenant who by now wanted to step out, too.

I glanced back to discover he was NOT right behind me…then, finally, stepped further out on the sidewalk, urging the pooches to come this way, never mind the big dog looking back at them. Fifteen more steps or so, I turned around to see if that resident had exited yet, but no, he had not. I guess he just came downstairs to check the mail or pick up one or more of several packages dumped off by this or that delivery service.

We were almost at the corner when some skinny-and-tall-as-Ichobod-Crane tweeker who had just crossed the street stepped onto the curb and snarled:

“Hey, what are you doing with Deek’s dogs?”

The last thing I ever want with these types is discuss ANYthing with them, let alone have them in my presence. But some get in your face no matter what, so I bit my tongue and replied:

“I’m watching them for him, so he can go ride his bike.”

“Oh,” he said, still with suspicion written all over his meth-saturated aura.

“Deek and I have been friends for more than ten years,” I qualified, only to appease the goon. But he pushed further:

“What is your name?”

“Zeke.” I was so impatient at this point, I almost exploded in a fury of expletives.

“I think I’ve heard of you,” he mused aloud. “Well, I was just looking out for Deek.”

“That’s nice of you,” I quipped.

“No, it’s not nice,” he asserted, “it’s responsible.”

At that point I really had enough, so turned away, desperate to distance myself tout de suite from this gritty pissant. Soon as the light turned green, I did.

This is what it’s like stepping out with Flaco & Lucky sometimes: a long, drawn out drama with threatening bit actors emerging from the wings! Earlier that morning, I held the dogs back in the lobby, because some homeless lady had just stopped with her baggage RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE GATE, and started begging! She wasn’t there a moment ago, just popped out of the blue one second before I grabbed the door handle. To the brindlekin’s credit, no barking ensued as they patiently stood by my side.

Much to my relief, she lingered no more than two minutes, and no other resident came downstairs during that time. This is the tense situation I’m in, due in no small measure to the manager’s hostility, chihuahua man and, of course, my quasi-fascist neighbor Moe. What other pin-headed doink who resides here may be in the mix? I have no idea. But I’m sure I’ll find out one way or another; gossip spreads like the Delta strain around here. Speaking of pin-heads:

There IS a new occupant who bears a remarkable resemblance to Myrtle Haversak (Adisa’s mom): 5-foot-4, petite, pale, straw-color bowl-cut hair, and often seen stepping out to jog in black spandex yoga pants and a gray pullover. Also, not a single ray of a smile ever beams from that blank-eyed countenance of hers. I’ve said hi to her now and then, and she barely acknowledges.

I came upstairs with the pups a few nights back, and there was Myrtle ver. 2.0 standing on my floor, waiting for us to pass. As we did, Flaco barked twice, but I quickly stifled that with the lure of a treat. The lady was stoic, couldn’t tell whether annoyed or pleased. God forbid she would ever say, “Cute dogs!” I know nothing about her, except she moved in about two months ago, and lives on either the third or fourth floor. But I suspect she’s just another “Nombie” (Nazi zombie). Will she go crying to the manager about “those awful dogs” barking at her? I would NOT be surprised.

Well, after all that drama simply for stepping outside, I finally arrived at the corner store. Morey was the only one there. I was saddened to hear that the cops did nothing, not even tracked them down to have a serious talk with them. Jack returned home because the old fellow’s nerves were completely shot. He suffered a stroke three years ago, and was gone for almost seven months; I thought I’d never see him again, that it was all over for him. But as it turned out, he bounced back into glowing health and cheerful spirit…he even looks HEARTIER than before!

But this assault on their shop may wind up being his demise! How can he ever show up again, and not be in constant fear of these punks making further appearances? In light of the SFPD’s failure to take any action against these reprobates, they’ll know they can get away with their crimes. They could even terrorize the entire neighborhood before any legal force comes into play!

And why the fuck is Adisa continuing to be an unwelcome presence? Where does he live now, which school does he attend, is it nearby? Morey said there’s no point in my calling 911 when I see the skunk again, as Jack has not even decided whether or not to press charges, because he fears retaliation. Which is quite possible, as they know they can get away with even more harassment. So the police will do NOTHING as it now stands. They told Morey to call 911 if they show up again. Gee, what a washed out piece of advice. And frightening.

Likewise (Morey elaborated) would posting warning notices with their mugs exposed lead to justice, and may cause further attacks upon their little shop. It could even go out of business over this hellish scenario. What a dark shadow has been cast upon this loveliest corner of The Castro…my only relatively-safe haven in the entire district.

Until now.

Who would ever have imagined, good physician, that 9666 Market Street would give birth to such a demonic manifestation? Time for another deep consultation with my loyal advisor in all things mysterious, Pterry Pterodactyl!

Upon returning hovel with the pups, someone came right up behind me and held the door open: another resident. The dogs started to bark, though not so vociferously, and I was able to quiet them down quickly, with my snack trick. Once he ascended the stairs to the second floor, I attempted to follow, but another resident came prancing DOWN and into the lobby.

Again, the pups barked, and again I squelched it. He chuckled, didn’t seem upset at all. In fact, he was pretty nice. Though I don’t really know if that’s any guarantee he won’t complain to the manager, anyway. Some of these nasty queens will smile as they stab you in the back. I would like very much for all this bullshit to end!

– Zeke K-Holmes

The Final Chapter (part 16)

July 22, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17p]

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Re: Here’s a tear-jerker…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 11, 2021 11:20 AM

> …with a very happy ending.

Animal rescuers are the BEST! But a shame that we even NEED them in the first place. Great video, touched my heart. Poor thing had to go through even MORE trauma before comprehending she was finally in loving hands. How could ANYone neglect such a lovely darling? The owner “left the dog behind;” that’s atrocious. But she’s deliriously happy now, and that’s a victory!


When they last came over, Flaco didn’t seem to mind the box having vanished…just glad to hop onto that fluffy bedding and zonk out. After first expressing her usual sweet gratitude, and my belly rubs in return. But it has become her habit late at night, to suddenly awaken and jump off the cot to spend a private fifteen minutes or so in the box, before returning by my side. Sometimes scratching loudly on the cardboard floor before settling in. But that night there WAS no box, so she stood around wondering what to do, as she wasn’t ready to return to bed, nor lie down directly on the floor…until I tossed one of the sleeping bags down. She happily accepted, and curled up on it till early morn. Meanwhile, Lucky remained in a deep sleep, his head and upper torso pressed upon my calves in friendly comfort.

She loved the larger box, but I don’t know when I’ll find another that size. So I taped two small boxes together as a temporary solution; see attachment. I imagine she’ll appreciate the extra depth: like a burrow that will give her a sense of seclusion, while peering out at the world.

That recent stayover, I had told Deek to pick them up no later than 1 PM the next day. Not sure if he’d follow through, I was wondering how I’d finish my room prep with the pups present. Because I needed to bag all the bedding as the final step, and they’d have to stay on the floor without anything fluffy to rest upon, before we all stepped out. That’s when I learned how important that fluffy respite is to them. Because the moment Lucky jumped off the cot for a drink of water (Flaco was already on the floor, atop one of the kid’s sleeping bags), I snatched the remaining three comforters away, leaving only the two adult sleeping bags that were laid out flat. I figured they’re cushy enough, and I could now seal up those smaller comforters. But when Lucky jumped back onto the cot, he sniffed around with disapproval, then leapt back onto the floor and attempted to join Flaco…but there wasn’t quite enough room for him to enjoy a piece of the fluff she laid upon. So I tossed a second sleeping bag down, and he went right to it.

Fortunately, I needed not go through the actual difficulty of dealing with the doggies’ presence up to the last moment, since Deek showed up around 11:30 AM. Which allowed me ample time to complete preparing my hovel, with ease. I was very pleased with him, for that.

Ironically, those two smaller boxes were the final remnant of neighbor Todd’s passing. They came from a stack of cardboard flats left by his door, for packing away his material possessions: a veritable cornucopia of movie DVDs and music CDs, plus paperback and hardcover books, intriguing board games, an amazing assortment of tarot card decks, and enough sex toys for a platoon. They could fill a small warehouse; I don’t know how he fit all that junk in one, tiny room smaller than mine. They clogged up half the back porch all the way to the ceiling for several weeks. Now, nothing of his remains, no evidence that he ever existed in the first place.

I must say, Wattson, that I’ve benefited from his death far more than I ever have from his living presence. No more of his nasty glances and gossip against me, no more of his hogging up the WC, and no more having to set one’s bare feet on the restroom’s icy linoleum floor!

Yes, that last part, which annoyance I have told you about previously, though it was some time ago, and you may have forgotten. Some years back, the building manager had gifted us who share that bathroom, with a fluffy throw rug. A small but welcome comfort, that gave a homey touch to the space. However, someone had smeared a bit of human feces onto it, so the manager promptly removed the rug. Could’ve been some homeless person who sneaked into our building. But I suspected Todd had thought it was MY contribution, thus resented the rug by committing that heinous act. A few months later, the manager tried again with another rug…but the same disgusting result put an end to having ANY throw rug in our humble toilet!

Now just over a week ago, a new rug has appeared in the communal lavatory. I chuckled to myself about that: another benefit of Todd’s welcome extinction.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: A Couple of Quick Meetups
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 12, 2021 12:50 AM

9 PM Deek and pups dropped by, he asked for more doggy food, and gave me the usual electronic items to recharge. He granted me a good amount of time to sit with the doggies, eager for my hugs and attention. He was a bit edgy, but calmed down in a few minutes, after hurling a couple of insulting accusations my way. I just told him to stop picking at me, and I’m sorry he’s in a bad mood.

Flaco stood up on my lap, facing me, and gazed into my eyes with love. And I looked back at her with equal kindness. She’s amazing like that! She doesn’t move or do anything else while in that pose, and it can go on for a minute or longer…just an adoring, prolonged gaze: no licks, kisses or any other actions. While at the same time Lucky’s sharp little teeth nibbled up and down my right arm from shoulder to elbow and back again, then repeat…like a jokester who mimics gnawing upon an ear of corn. His friendliness is both passionate and silly…but always sincere.

I took this sweet visit to compliment Deek on how incredible he’s doing these days, and in the past several months.

“I guess a bit more aging under the belt has done you good,” I noted. “Experiences pile up over the years, and have their way of coming together in wisdom, further down the line.” He actually listened attentively to me, so I embellished:

“One thing life has taught me, is that everyone is testing everyone else. No matter how shitty someone behaves, they are testing you in ways that make your life better, even if you don’t realize at the time. Angels work through people, sometimes consciously, but also without that person realizing it. If an angel decides he needs to be tough with you, to lead you down a better path, then that’s what he will do. Otherwise, they are always as kind and generous as they can possibly be. As more testing goes on, and more lessons are learned, kindness will increase in your life, and harshness will decrease.”

Well, I used my words better than that, but I can’t recall verbatim, so I’m paraphrasing myself. Outside of that brief anxiety attack, Deek was calm and in good spirits…as I’ve noticed he’s been for many weeks now. He is now totally receptive to my positive reinforcement, much to my amazement and pride. And that sense of pride is for both of us.


He just dropped by again (a quarter after midnight), to ask for a cigarette lighter…which he does from time to time. But he had the dogs with him, too (instead of leaving them tied to the cart 20 feet away), and they wanted SO badly to visit! Flaco got partway through the open gate, with Lucky right behind, nudging her on. Then Deek pulled them back, said “thanks” and took off once more. The pups, of course, kept looking back at me, so I smiled and waved at them. Though I REALLY wanted to sweep them up in my arms and take them home.

BTW I’ve noticed Deek now has a healthier glow about him these days. Tonight was no exception. And he’s not been hounding me for an “advancement” on his allowance, as he used to do all the time. It’s very important he pay me visits withOUT cash in mind; our friendship is too important to be monetized, nor should my paying him for the pooches’ visits ever be a thing.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 2 emails: did you miss them?
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 14, 2021 9:39 PM

> Great reports, both of them. Love the description of Flaco looking into your eyes. Their complete sentience is so obvious in those moments, it makes you wonder how anyone could doubt it for a second.

She’s an AWESOME pup; they both are. Sometimes when I’m hugging Lucky, she looks really sad, like I just rejected her: ears pinned back and staring intently. So I immediately draw her into my arms, too. Or she’ll come right over and plunk herself smack-dab on top of him to intercept my affections. It’s as if she’s expressing her pride in protecting me…even if it’s from her brother’s little love nips. She shows incredible gratitude for my kindness, I’m floored! It seems to make Lucky happy, that I care for her so much.

Yes, their sentience is remarkable. Not ALL dogs are that expressive; those two knock my socks off, totally opened my heart. This is a real FRIENDSHIP thing we’ve got going. And STUNNING when you think that it is Deek who’s brought such wonderful pooches into my life. There is more to this fellow than meets the eye.

> And the solution to the box problem!

It will do for now. She hasn’t explored it yet; would rather crash out on the bedding for now. It occurred to me yesterday that I could probably purchase a large box from UPS down the block (a single one, rather than a batch of ’em like what Amazon offers). So I’ll look into it tomorrow.

> Eew, the soiled rug. Ghastly. Maybe have a small rug of your own; carry it with you into the W.C., then take it with you when you leave. Keep those tootsies warm.

Well, that’s no longer a problem, since the source of the mischief is now dead.

> And I agree that Deek is making progress, even if it’s two steps forward, one step back.

Oh I’m sure of it…and so PROUD for that. For both of us, I should note. Been agonizing, I readily admit. Still is, but not so extreme any more.

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THE PUPS ARE BACK AGAIN, BTW! As you already know via my text.

About an hour ago Deek came by to collect his weekly allowance, and said I can have them stay over, but he hasn’t decided yet whether for a few hours, or overnight. He’ll possibly be back later this evening to pick up his recharged devices. Every time previously, when he says he’s undecided, he winds up letting them stay for the night. So most likely, he’ll either just pick up his items around midnight, and leave the pups with me…or just not return until tomorrow.

I think his reducing the pups’ number of visits is his way of showing me he CAN take care of them on his own, and does a good job of it. Presumably because I gave him the challenge, and he’s following through. IOW my own interactions with him are pushing him to grow up.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 2 emails: did you miss them?
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 14, 2021 10:56 PM

Deek just returned to pick up his devices…said to keep the pups overnight. Hooray! Another good sign: he wasn’t the least bit upset when I told him that one of the smartphones wouldn’t let me transfer new songs over. It’s a strange model with limitations. And the other smartphone is slow to charge, only reached 55 percent after two hours. He wasn’t upset over that, either. What a great night THIS has turned out to be!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 2 emails: did you miss them?
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 15, 2021 12:47 PM

> Pretty magical. Are they part dachshund?

Yes, they appear to be half dachshund and half terrier…perhaps American pit bull terrier.

Flaco at rest. Click here for a larger view.

I’ve referred to their dachshund nature in previous posts, especially in my earlier Brindlekin tales. Their eyes give it away.

> Because I remember an encounter I had years ago with a dachshund. He’d come down my driveway where I was living way out in the woods. I stepped out the front door, and our eyes met. He looked at me, cautious and reserved, fifteen feet away, waiting for a sign that would let him know if I was friend or foe. I greeted him and patted my knees, and he instantly put his ears down, wagged his tail furiously and sausaged toward me. He wasn’t homeless, it turned out; he lived nearby and was just out roving around. But I’ll never forget those fully sentient eyes, looking into mine, waiting, “reading” me.

What a charming encounter! I’ve never paid much attention to that breed, but Flaco & Lucky have changed all that for me.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subjecting: Disheartening, but Not Surprised
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 15, 2021 3:54 PM

So Deek came by to pick up the pups, no drama. Gave me several devices to charge, said he’d be back later, and that was that. But before I entered the gate I looked right to see him turning the corner. Which means he’s gonna park behind my building again. Now, why wouldn’t he let the doggies stay with me longer, instead of just have them resting on the cold concrete beside him?

An hour later I looked out the hallway window to see he was still there, with a couple of other homeless folks. And the dogs sitting on the sidewalk, not even a sheet of cardboard. How many times have I told him they’re gonna develop arthritis if he keeps this up? What the hell’s wrong with him?

And there’s no point in my bringing it up again ’cause he won’t change, and he’ll just keep Flaco & Lucky away from me even longer.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are back again, for the night!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 12:09 AM

Deek came by, said he wants to ride his bike, so I can have the doggies again. So here we are again! It’s a cold and windy night, and I suspect he doesn’t want to admit they should be inside where it’s warm and dry. Though I may be giving him more credit than he deserves. Or not. Anyway, they were elated to drop by again, and enjoy this little sanctuary of mine. I love my 2-dog nights!

– Zeke K-Homes

Subject: He’s turned over a new leaf…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 9:33 AM

…and I’m impressed, and grateful. Deek came by earlier than I hoped (8 AM on the dot), to pick up the pooches and his gizmos. He was polite and of good cheer, said he’s gonna spend the day in the park, give ’em lots of exercise. Putting my complete trust in him is working…but boy has it been a tough haul getting there, good doctor! The dogs have changed everything between us, and for the better.

Waking up with the doggies is always amazing; their constant good cheer touches me like nothing else. The American pit bull terrier is very sweet natured (great with families and children), though often doesn’t get along with other dogs. Blend that with the dachshund, and you’ve got a winning mix! More of the pit bull is evident in Lucky’s stocky frame, while Flaco shows more of the dachshund. However, besides those glorious eyes, Lucky’s bowed, chunky legs also reveal those dachshund genes.

That first pic of Lucky, and of Deek nodding off with him (dated May 2020)–both taken well before Flaco came into our lives–reminds me of what a long way we’ve come since then!

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Re: He’s turned over a new leaf….
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 2:18 PM

> I was gonna ask how it went, and now I know! Splendid portrait of Lucky. A truly noble creature.

I can’t praise enough, what a stupendous pooch he is! BOTH are utterly remarkable. Despite my remonstrations that Deek NOT get a second dog, I now must admit: I WAS WRONG, AND HE WAS RIGHT. They are constantly cheerful and affectionate, and have a real blast visiting me. Their enthusiasm is boundless as they wait for me to open the gate and let them dash upstairs to my hovel. Sometimes they’ll politely pause at the first landing, for me to catch up…they’re THAT thoughtful.

My impression of Deek’s strategy to temporarily reduce the frequency of the pups’ visits, is as if he were guiding me to a better path: one where I learn to worry less and enjoy more. Now, he’s resumed their more frequent stay-overs, as if to acknowledge “lesson learned.” As I said in an earlier email: there’s more to him than meets the eye. This fits in like hand to glove, regarding my Bodhisattva Premise!

Since the eruption with police intervention back in February, instead of his completely walking out on me, he stuck it through to work things out, just as I have with him. Seeing as I love those brindlekin so much, I HAD NO CHOICE but to maintain our friendship as best as possible. It was a most painful passage of several months, exacerbated by OTHER unexpected crises…yet we both made it through all the hurdles, and came out the other end intact, and much better off for the wear.

The past several times he’s hung around my building, he’s been quiet and drama free. And mostly garbage-free, too. Things can only continue to get better, and I see a happy ending to my Brindlekin Tales on the horizon. A win-win outcome for all parties involved. In the past few months, many of his street friends have witnessed my caring for the dogs, and being a strong ally to Deek. This is all VERY good.

> I went the other day to visit my former neighbor, who has severe progressive MS and has lived for the past 5 years in the nursing home in Fort Bragg. She was bedridden even before the pandemic, and during the worst of it, was even more trapped than usual. No visitors allowed, no outings, no nothing, just bed and TV and the constant madhouse noises of the inmates, most of whom have some form of dementia, which my friend does not. Now they let you in with an appointment. She’s very goddamned stoic, I’ve gotta say. Way more than I would be if I were in her figurative shoes.

She sounds like an incredible person, but a shame she is forced to live in such surroundings. I can’t imagine her having a better friend than you, to visit her and cheer her on. My tales are writ precisely FOR such long-suffering good angels…that it gives them inspiration, delight, and a smile on their face. A lot of cliffhangers in my trilogy as well, to keep them turning the pages.

You do so much good work for people in crisis, or left out in the cold. I don’t see how you have all that stamina for more than ONE person. But you do, Wattson, and for that I am most grateful and inspired, myself.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are with me again, my head is spinning…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 7:56 PM

…with delight. Deek came by a half hour ago, handed me two smartphones and a portable speaker (about 12 lbs, on a small dolly), and told me to take the dogs, too. He’ll be back later.

Once arriving hovel, I discovered he forgot to give me the cord that goes with the speaker. But he was already gone. So I backtracked to see if it had fallen onto the floor, stairs, or the sidewalk. Nothing.

“Well, this puts a cramp in things,” I thought. “Hopefully, he’ll see the cord in his cart and rush back to deliver it.”

I reflected upon the collection of cords I have, and seriously doubted that the type needed (a double-pronged, flat female end) was in my possession. But I finally decided to look anyway, so lifted the heavy storage bin that rested atop another, placed it down and opened the second one, where all the cords are stashed. Went through the entire collection and, just as I predicted, did not find the right one. Just when I was about to put the lid back on the bin I thought “wait a minute, may as well empty this bag and see for sure.” I had already examined the contents of that sack w/o opening it, as it was clear plastic…and did not see any that would fit. But upon emptying the bag, voila! There WAS the right cord after all! Much relieved, I plugged it in to the speaker, and tended to the pups.


Deek just returned, much sooner than I expected (barely an hour had passed). Told me to keep the dogs, and bring down the gizmos. He asked where the cord is, when I handed him the speaker. Told him what happened, that I found a replacement, so it’s been charged. He rummaged through his cart (now a sidecar attached to his bike with an aluminum swivel bar), and found the forgotten cord. He’s in remarkably good spirits, as he has been for weeks now. Took off for God only knows where; he never tells me. Said he’ll be back later. I’m sure he will, though hopefully it won’t be till the sun next rises.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Pups are with me again, my head is spinning…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 8:58 PM

> Hope he stays away all night.

That would be nice, as I hate disturbing the pups from their blissful rest, and taking them outside into the cold, damp air. I feel like such a heel. But I am bound to his dictates. It’s a frightening game I’m forced to play.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Greek goddess “Nemesis”

Re: Pups are with me again, my head is spinning…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 12:17 AM

> “It’s a frightening game I’m forced to play.”
I think so.

Classic Jungian “hero’s journey” as delineated via Jung’s greatest disciple, Joseph Campbell. According to my Bodhisattva Premise, your guardian will set up the game board with many difficult challenges, some quite scary. A roll of the dice could change everything for or against you. But the trick behind this is:

It is always YOU, not the dice, that turns the outcome in your favor. Action and attitude are equally important…and when placed judiciously after much thought, give you the edge. Your thinking skills improve with each successful move.

This game I call “Battle of the Bodhisattvas” is a mind-power game. It is not a game designed to be fun, but a game of life lessons for the more evolved among us. You don’t get to play until other, more basic, lessons have been learned first. Including being totally resolved to always do good as you see it, no matter the personal risk. You are challenged to become a hero, so that is the playing piece you are given: the knight in shining armor. There is a life, or lives, to be saved…in my case, that of two dogs. Your opponent IS your guardian, whose piece is called Nemesis (or in some circles, “The Devil”).

Somewhere along the game’s path, if you’ve played your moves well thus far, it is revealed to you that Nemesis is actually your guardian angel, who creates each challenge for the sole purpose of testing your mettle, that your soul be advanced one square at a time. Until you, hopefully, reach the Gates of Avalon, and be crowned the victor.

With this realization, your win is almost guaranteed, and the end part of the game commences. Do not be so smug over your likely conquest of the board at this point…for it is a trap well concealed by the cards. Know that, at this stage of the game, you have conquered all fears but one: worry. So it is YOUR final challenge to unfetter yourself of that last curse, by feeling joy take wing in your heart while remaining vigilant on the game board, unto the very end.

Obviously, Deek plays Nemesis. Well, ’tis now midnight and the pups are still with me, so…hallelujah, I’ve played my last few moves like a pro! I shall sleep with the pups again, third night in a row.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 17, 2021 1:55 PM

It’s actually dark in there, but I used flashlight mode. A favorite position is with her forelegs fully extended, paws pressed against the side, and the rest of her stretched out as far as the container permits. Sometimes when she’s resting on the cot, she’ll lie close to the wall, again with forelegs thrust forward and paws pressed. Like she’s holding up the wall. And she’ll stay that way for hours.

Re: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 17, 2021 6:40 PM

> They LOVE cozy, enclosed spaces. A legacy of their evolutionary past, no doubt.

Dachshunds especially; they love to burrow. Maybe it goes all the way back to the deep past, when the first mammals had to hide from the dinosaurs, many of whom were diminutive themselves. But I love cozy, enclosed spaces, too! In fact, I live in one. Well, we humans have the same mammalian roots!

I imagine, though, that Flaco prefers to remove herself from the cacophony and chaos around her; and is why she seeks to dig a snug little hole right beside a shrub with broad leaves that hang over her in semi-seclusion. Lucky is not so hidey-hole loving, as he is an aficionado of all things fluffy.

They never complain about anything, or beg for food. They never bother me when I’m snacking, nor do they even let me know when they’re hungry! So it’s hard to tell, thus sometimes food is wasted because they won’t touch it. Usually it’s one pup or the other, rarely both. One will eat and the other couldn’t be bothered. The ONLY way I know if they’re hungry, is AFTER I set down the bowls.

If they have to go poopy, all I need do is yank a jacket from the closet. In which case they’ll either leap onto the floor, rarin’ to go, or remain on the cot if not interested.

They don’t mess up my room, or bark or whine when I’m gone. Nothing’s out of order when I return! Except, sometimes, the trash bin which Flaco gets into now and then. So I just move that to a high spot before exiting. Though I do forget from time to time, but no big deal. I never leave anything in it that would cause them harm. It’s always been Flaco who knocks over the basket, and she goes for an empty plastic soda or milk container. Whenever that occurs (and sometimes I hear the “thunk” of the bin toppling over barely seconds after I shut the door), I make no fuss, as Flaco is too sweet a girl to deserve any guilt trip.

I’ll usually say, “Oh no, someone’s gotten into the trash again!” And Flaco will be standing there in the middle of the floor, wagging her tail furiously and looking up at me with delight, brown eyes sparkling. And maybe Lucky will be busy gnawing on the bottle, the small screw-top cap removed and chewed to a pulp by the time I return. Easy to clean that stuff up; no harm, no foul.

They’re both tucked in now, close to each other. See attachment. Their evening meal will soon be ready. 6:40 PM and no Deek yet.

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Re: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 17, 2021 8:00 PM

> So you haven’t seen Deek since last night?


> They’re making the most of their vacation from the streets!

Indeed they are. I couldn’t be happier, myself. Their company is a blessing.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Governor Newsom signs $100 Billion state budget: Here’s what’s in it for you
From: Zeke Krahlin’s Mailing List
To: Chuck Kapinski
Date: July 17, 2021 8:37 PM

You sound totally bonkers, Chuck. Certainly, you’re not the Chuck Kapinski I used to know. Whatever you’re smokin’ (or drinkin’) I don’t want any. Trump has done GREAT damage to our nation, he now owns the GOP, and Trumpism is a great danger in our world. IOW Trump is far from harmless. Your misogyny is outrageous and disgusting. Do you talk like this to your female friends? You sound like a standup comedian mimicking a Boogaloo white supremacist. You are flat wrong about COVID-19 and everything else you’ve ranted. I see no good purpose in us continuing communication on any level, as you are beyond reason.

——- Original Message ——-

On Saturday, July 17th, 2021 at 11:36 PM, Chuck Kapinski wrote:

This has nothing to do with Newsom, it’s probably more about a response about Biden’s shortcomings.

“you haven’t criticized Trump” (or words to that effect)

So what? What’s the point of the obvious? Duh.

I have no respect for the largely female Trump bashing club. He poses no threat to anyone. He cut his own throat with the latinos when he called beautiful Puerto Rico a shit hole. And drug his feet on FEMA fire funds for California.

At least I’ve never heard him making any pius Xian claims. That’s something you get from dirty lyin’ Joe. I don’t remember Trump lying. He may have stated untruths, but he actually believed them. There’s a difference. I see no connection between the church crazies and Trump. He ran technically on the Republican ticket, but many long established Republicans actually voted against him. In truth he’s more of an Independent. His corporate business approach to presidential matters left many bases uncovered.

We have seen from numerous objective news sources that over 90% of covid deaths were from co-factors of already terminal patients, mostly aged. The lying Democrats allege that Trump let the pandemic get out of hand – NONSENSE. He DELEGATED management to the state level, and many a Democratic governor managed the CDC recommendations. He also initiated working on the antidotes long before Biden’s chicken little charges.

Dirty lyin’ eyes Joe USED the covid scare to pointlessly bash a man who had already cut his own throat. I am not fooled by his nonsense.

Amy Kubluchar (or whatever her name is) is desperately trying to bar Trump from a re-run. What the dumb [C-word] is missing is the fact that she is ACTUALLY promoting the belief and fear that Trump would win by a landslide if he ran again. That’s counter productive paranoia. Not to mention, she might get her fat ass shot. Wimmin are STILL stupid, and always will be. (what’s new?) To give you an idea of how retarded wimmin really are, I went to a Biden kiss ass site forum, where some woman was praising Joe’s smile. Well, I told her that she was just a menopausal bag of gas, Hitler had smiling manners to his support, and that Joe will grin as he ushers her fat ugly ass into the oven. I’m PROUD of how quickly I got banned from the site – less than twelve hours.

Re: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 12:18 AM

> Hope he doesn’t show up in the middle of the goddamned night.

I doubt he’ll do that, because he’s been respectful of my “new” schedule for over a year now. Which is: I hit the sack by midnight, instead of 1 AM. And he’s also been a lot more considerate towards me in other ways, recently. But we’ll see.

Listening to Memo of the Weird’s latest podcast right now, while enjoying Flaco & Lucky’s fluffing the hell out of the comforters. Lucky takes fluff very seriously, arranging the sleeping bags just so, by pulling on one part with his teeth, then another part…snorts of dissatisfaction until it’s all perfect in his eye. I thought he’d never settle down, it went on for well over five minutes…but then he suddenly plunked himself down with a grumbly sigh. Flaco, meanwhile, got out of her brother’s way, while plumping up her own portion, then burrowed beneath the fluff for the rest of the night, like she had just disappeared down a rabbit hole. They live for fluff! And boxes. As usual, I’ll have to slowly worm my way onto the cot, unless Flaco switches to the double-box before I hunker down. We are family!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek Woke Me Up Twice!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 10:55 AM

First time, over my smartphone. I know, I know, if he doesn’t have cell service, how did he manage to do that (you’re wondering): through another person’s phone? Well, that’s a good guess, but you forget that he doesn’t KNOW my new number, nor did he ever know my old one for that matter, because he’s never bothered to memorize it, or tattoo it somewhere on his body (such as his ass).

At 6:05 AM I was awakened by his raspy hobo impersonation coming through my LG backup phone (that I use to listen to scary tales as I nod off), screeching and making all sorts of baseless accusations! As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I realized his voice was NOT coming from the window, but from my LG. And it was that recording of our verbal contract back in January, that I now own the dogs in exchange for $300. That would be this video here, if you care to refresh your memory:

But how did this amazing invention of high technology come to play that particular video of its own accord (you are probably asking yourself this very moment)? Here’s the answer to your sensible query, Wattson (hewn over the years by your impressive perspicacity):

I have my media app set to play the next downloaded Youtube video in my “bedtime” folder until all have been played through. Which files amount to no more than three or four, usually. With each taking anywhere from a half hour to an hour to play through. Sometimes I only have one or two. In which case–and if I’m still awake by then, which is rare–I’ll switch to my “Pocket Cast” podcast app and play some more scary tales directly via wifi.

Apparently, I was wrong about the media app limiting “play next file” to just one directory. After completing those, it must’ve jumped to its own list of ALL media files stored on that phone. On which are located several videos of the pups, and that one of Deek.

Annoyed at being disturbed at such a ghastly hour, I reached for the phone on the black metal file cabinet (upon which my second LCD monitor also rests), but it slipped and fell between that cabinet, and the artfully painted hexagonal table (upon which my desk riser and X230 laptop sit). So I actually had to squirm my way around the sleeping pups in order to stand up to fetch that smartphone and silence it.

[You may be wondering at this moment, how I could simply “reach out” for my phone, when I usually sleep with my head at the end of the cot by the door, instead of at the end by my work station. Well, Wattson, something I have yet to tell you, is that I switch ends some nights, depending on whether I want to cuddle up with Lucky or Flaco. They tend to sleep at opposite ends, and are already tucked in for the night before I, myself, do the same. Furthermore, when I lie down with my head door-ward, there is no need to reach out for my phone, as it is somewhere close by, near my head or torso. But often has drifted somewhere beneath the blankets, thus sometimes a puzzle to recover. Now that your curiosity in this matter has been satisfied, do permit me to continue:]

Two hours later our flesh-and-blood Deek called to me at the window:

“Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!” Soon as I poked my cranium out the window (which took awhile, ’cause groggy), he told me to bring the pooches down, along with another supply of dog food, since all his stuff was stolen. There was no cart, stroller, or even a bag in his presence. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. Somewhat perturbed that everyone ELSE on that side of the building could hear our business, I packed away five more cans of dog food and two large Ziploc bags of kibble, leashed up the pups, donned my sneakers, a jacket, a hat and my small backpack, and stepped outside in the bright morning sun. The air was ocean-fresh. Deek sat on the sidewalk at the far end of the bus stop.

“Another lovely visit with the pups, thank you!” I exclaimed while releasing them to their master, whom they gleefully rejoined.

He apologized for taking so long to return. Rather than tell him I prefer that–in fact, the longer the better–I just replied: “No worries, I love their company.”

He then remarked he lost another friend to opioids, that it kills far more people than COVID, and it’s been an epidemic for over a decade. I agreed, and said I’m sorry for his loss. I’m guessing he went to look some people up he hasn’t seen for some time, only to discover one had passed on from Oxycontin overdose. Though more likely, he’s just playing out another little drama for his amusement. That is: none of this really happened.

“That’s why I stay away from other drugs, just stick to crystal. Though that is sometimes laced with opioid, too.” He shook his lowered head. “I got nothing now, just me and the dogs, starting from scratch once more.”

“You always prevail,” I reminded him.

“Thanks for watching Flaco & Lucky. I’ll be gone in a minute, not gonna hang out.”

“Okay,” I said, not knowing what else to add, and walked off to Rosenberg’s. Upon returning some minutes later, I realized I should’ve spent a little more time with him, give more encouragement than I had. But when I turned the corner with java in hand on my way back, I saw they had already departed to the other end of the block, about to cross…just two little doggies and shirtless Deek. They’ll be fine, I thought, and returned hovel.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Deek Woke Me Up Twice!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 12:07 PM

> He’s been ripped off like this before, hasn’t he??

Yes, countless times. He always rebounds like a boss.

> Funny (in a grim sort of way) about the Deek video waking you up. And that it happened to be THAT video.

And the TIMING, that it should only have ever happened on this particular morning, when Deek DID show up, after being gone for a considerable while. A mark of bodhisattva mischief. They have a very TOUGH, warrior sense of humor. From THEIR side of the veil–and in their eyes–our tragedies and crises are but momentary and trivial.

> Will the loss of his stuff mean more, or fewer visits from the doggies?

Neither, it won’t make a diff. He will fully replenish his possessions within a day’s time.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 12:19 PM

> “Grumbly sigh!” Exactly! It’s amazing how vocally expressive some dogs are. Ours has a range of noises he makes; there’s one that sounds like the creak of a rusty gate, that he makes when he’s happily anticipating something–a walk in the woods or on the beach–and he wants you to hurry up. It’s his polite way of saying: “C’mon, let’s get going, now!”

Some little doggies have a way of stealing your heart many times over, each day.

Re: Governor Newsom signs $100 Billion state budget: Here’s what’s in it for you
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 8:24 PM

> Woo! That’s some ugly weird shit he be spewin’!

He’s bonkers in his old age.

> Guess he missed the pic of Trump holding up the bible in front of the church in DC.

No, I don’t think so. He’s bonkers. I have a lot of good memories of my friendship with him, when he lived in SF. What a sad outcome.

Subject: He’s looking good, and in good spirits!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 9:15 PM

Deek just dropped by, asked me to charge up a smartphone, a small speaker and a battery backup pack. He had a city garbage bin (blue and on wheels) loaded with empty cans and bottles, plus a sack of his own possessions…whatever they are; I think I saw a sweater in it. Dressed nicely: long T-shirt that draped almost down to his knees, with abstract black splotches and ragged stripes on it, and a rugged looking, lightweight black leather jacket over that. Dark baggy jeans, black and white sneakers and a black baseball cap completed the ensemble.

Told him I like the look, the whole thing. He was in a cheerful mood, not hyper at all, and definitely no drama or belligerence. When he took the cup of root beer from my hand, Lucky suddenly tugged on his leash, causing the drink to spill a bit. He turned to the pup, said “Whoa!” and patted him kindly…not a pinch of anger.

Of course I hugged the pups, held them in my arms for a minute or so. But that goes without saying, as that ALWAYS comes with our meetups. Deek said he’ll be back tonight to pick up the devices, so I guess that’ll be some time shortly before midnight. And as usual, sad to leave the pups behind. So much love in their eyes, as they watch me depart until the moment I disappear through the gate.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: He’s looking good, and in good spirits!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 9:38 PM

> Sigh…

Sword of Damocles.

Subject: “C’mon, enough of that, she’s in heat!”
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 11:47 PM

Is what Deek blurted out to me as I held Flaco in my arms, rubbed her belly and held her sweet face close to mine. He had returned to pick up his items, so I sat with him on the sidewalk for a few minutes, enjoying the pups’ company.

I felt like smacking him hard, knocking him senseless, for talking to me like that. Instead, I retorted:

“By the way, I’ll be busy the next two days, taking a class on meanness.”

“What?” he said with an annoyed grimace.

So I repeated myself, and added: “Being too nice is bad, it’s evil, isn’t that true? I get your point, I really need to stop being such a nice guy, it’s not good for my health.”

He then said “C’mon, I gotta go, I’m just waiting for you to leave.” Nice guy, eh?

So I gave Flaco a few more hugs, Lucky a few more pats, then got up and told Deek: “I hope you’re in a better mood next time.” And walked away.

But I looked back as I reached the gate, and there was Flaco away from the two, as far as her leash would allow, looking up at me. Who can resist such innocence? So I returned for a few more hugs, told her I’m sorry, but she’s gotta go with her master.

What a let-down. Like you said: “Two steps forward, one step back.”

– Zeke K-Holmes

RE: Republicans Suddenly Care About “Discrimination”
From: Zeke’s Mailing List
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: July 19, 2021 09:35 AM

On 2021-07-19 05:19, Carlyle Lambourne wrote:

> The only qualm that I would have is that in another time, another place, if raised under a different set of circumstances, exposed to different influences, I could imagine myself being just like them, and vice-versa. It would astonish most of humanity if they could peer into alternate universes and see how easily and fluidly they could morph back and forth to opposite side of the spectrum, and become their own worst enemy.

Well of course. If we grew up in a Christian fundamentalist family, we’d most likely be pinheaded troglodytes. That shouldn’t be cause for “qualms” though. We are who we are now, and everything else is conjecture and mind games. Neville Chamberlain took the same “qualms” about the Nazis, and that certainly turned out to be a big fail. Have we learned nothing from that?

> Does that mean we need to tolerate their outrages patiently, forever?

I can’t remember a time when I’ve EVER tolerated them. It is the facade of religious piety that causes many to hesitate. It’s akin to being superstitious. And that is a major weakness that the Religious Reich takes full advantage of. Christianity is above the law, and that should never have been allowed.

> No, I don’t think so. Maybe we should be more patient than we otherwise might be, if we did not have that perspective. But somehow, also when we realize that we are making war on images of ourselves, as they would do in our shoes, it seems to be a justification. The fact that both sides think they are right in their grievances does not really mean there is an equivalence.

Were they not so blatant with their hostility and lust for violence, death and mayhem, you might have a case for more patience. But you do not.

> Symmetry of sentence structure is not equality of content. There can indeed be a situation where both sides think they are right about an objective matter, but really only one of them is. On subjective matters, there is no underlying reality that need compel anyone who does not share the subjective opinion.

They are intellectually incapable of considering the complexity of subjective vs. objective matters, and for that reason alone, are an imminent danger to our well-being and survival as a species. It is time for them to go. Hip, hip hooray for the Delta strain.

> The poor, poor Christians. There are so many things that they are not even being allowed to do, anymore.

They are not even being allowed to tell those homosexuals
that homosexuals are not allowed to get marrried,
that homosexuals are not allowed to be foster parents,
that homosexuals are not allowed to be serve the military,
that homosexuals are not allowed to be in the Boy Scouts,
that homosexuals are not allowed to be in the St. Patricks Day parade,
that homosexuals are not allowed to have a Gay Pride parade,
that homosexuals are not allowed to donate blood,
that homosexual are not allowed to be teachers,
that homosexuals are not allowed to have sex between consenting adults.

Well, it’s a start, but at the same time they’ve gained tremendous power and influence, thanks in no small part to DJ Trump. As a result, we are under threat of having ALL our rights stripped away…and it’s already begun in the red states.

> When we have been beaten, murdered, fired from jobs, blackballed, to see Christians getting coddled and pampered over the injustice of having to bake a wedding cake is a blood-curdling provocation at the profound lack of perspective.

Many gays said it’s no big deal, fussing over wedding cakes. I told them otherwise, as it’s their tactic to start with a seemingly trivial issue. Nonetheless, that supposedly insignificant victory against LGBTs shoves a wedge through a door where more serious matters of our freedom become vulnerable and under attack. The “no big deal” queers were wrong, and I was right.

If they can’t win their way outright, they’ll dig in their heels and chip away, chip away, chip away over the years, no matter how long it takes…removing one part of our rights here, another part there. The abortion issue proves that very well, it is a textbook example of how persistently devious they truly are.

Having said all of the above, my Bodhisattva Premise gives every reason to look forward to our victory, no matter the odds against us. As the Buddha said, “We have no enemies, only teachers.” And that statement holds a most profound, and joyful, promise. No need for me to explain further in this email, as I have laid it all out many times over, in my numerous tales and essays, over the years.

– Ezekiel

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Subject: Another Night of Doggie Bliss!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 20, 2021 11:38 PM

So Deek showed up accompanied by one of his street buddies…a rather nice fellow, around 75 years old. I was only there with them for a minute, when he gave me several devices to be charged. He then handed me the joined leashes and said, “Here, they can stay over!” I said “Wonderful!” and then he and his elderly friend took off for parts unknown.

Flaco & Lucky crashed out almost immediately, though first gave me their kind hellos and acted silly and playful for a little while before conking out. Though they did jump out of bed the moment I laid their filled dishes down 20 minutes later. Glad to see such a hearty appetite! Then they drank some more water and hopped back onto the blankets and zoned right back into doggy dreamland.

Deek returned two hours later, told me just to leave the pups hovel, and bring down the gizmos. He also wanted a razor and a cup of root beer to quench his thirst. Then off he went again, on his bike.

So, it was a non-eventful, friendly meetup, and the pooches are in seventh heaven to be here once more. I love the new, no-drama Deek! In spite of the occasional glitch in the updated app.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Another Night of Doggie Bliss!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 21, 2021 1:08 PM

> Dreamy!

I couldn’t be more pleased…things are mellowing out with him. More of his friends who are mentally stable and actually FRIENDLY, have seen me with him, and exactly where I live. This is good insurance, for they’ll know to bring the pups to me, should Deek vanish, be rushed to the ER or jail, or die. They all appear to be very kind to Flaco & Lucky. Hopefully, I’ll bump into one of them soon, when Deek isn’t around; whereby I’ll make it clear they should be brought to me, should he be taken from them for whatever reason. As well as helping Deek with keeping the pups in blankets and sweaters.

The brindlekin are still here right now, ate a hearty breakfast, dumped some good poops, and are resting well. I guess I could say the same for myself.

My Xfinity service has been flawless; same with Tracfone. So many legal and free TV and Movie sites out there, i now have bookmarks to: Tubi, Roku, Crackle, IMDB, Peacock, Pluto, Adult Swim and Plex. Amazon Prime, too, but the other services make their free videos unnecessary because redundant. So I think I’ll unsubscribe from Prime once more, as they really don’t do much else for me, that a plain subscription doesn’t already. IOW: I’m not a rich, spoiled twit who needs everything NOW, and I don’t shop Whole Foods.

Adult Swim has free streaming shows, including Rick & Morty! Right now, I’m binge watching Alfred Hitchcock Presents via Roku. I don’t feel like I’m missing out at all, just because I’m not a paying subscriber to such services…I’m more than saturated with quality entertainment. Youtube also provides tons of excellent videos at no cost, of course! And I’m paying NOTHING for Internet access, for god knows how long. But once that deal ends, I’ll STILL only be paying just $10/month!

All’s been quiet EVERY NIGHT outside my window, as regards the Hohokum smoke shop…since that night they set off roman candles. And NO sign of Myrtle & son for almost a month now, though her name is still on the lobby mailbox. Morey at the corner store two blocks up, told me others have said they’ve seen him still hanging out with those punks, and that “Adisa’s a nice kid, but he’s hanging out with a bad bunch, and he’s headed in a bad direction. Just be glad he’s left your building.” I thanked him for the update. He said he feels sorry for the mom, but I sure don’t! I would love to know what kind of arrangement the building manager had with her, to inspire him to be so hostile towards THIS harmless pilgrim. Though I guess it was me who triggered their eviction, by standing up to them. I’ve even entertained the thought that she was involved with dealing drugs through her son, and maybe the manager, too. Does that sound far fetched to you?

Hope your day goes loverly: you and your cats and the pup, and your male hominid!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek picked up the pups last night.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 22, 2021 10:25 AM

Around 10 PM. No muss, no fuss, no drama. I found a complete pack of American Spirit cigarettes (minus 1) on my walk that morning: an excellent brand that I knew he’d enjoy. So I presented it to him upon returning the dogs. Actually, I withdrew it from a pocket and held it in my hand, waving it around while updating him re. the pooches’ visit, till he could take it no more and said, “I’ll take that!”

Doggies were happy to be with him again. Two other homeless folks approached and struck up a friendly conversation with him, when I returned to bring down more doggy food, a cup of soda and a spare lighter. I pet the dogs one more time, thanked them for their company, then returned hovel. They all departed a few minutes later, when I heard Lucky’s bark right across the street, and rattling of cans as Deek resumed his nightly round of collecting recyclables. Here’s another video of them howling:

8 Recent Pics of Flaco & Lucky

July 10, 2021

Eight delightful snapshots of Flaco & Lucky taken within the past two weeks. Click on any image for a larger view. Use your browser’s back-arrow to return to this page.

The Final Chapter (part 15)

July 10, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17o]

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thanks to all…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2021 9:56 AM

On Sat, 26 Jun 2021 12:35 My Dear Wattson posted:

> …who responded with such generosity last month to the rent plight of a new widow. I believe I contacted each of you individually, but if I missed anyone, please consider yourself lavishly thanked!

I have also benefited immensely from the kind and generous donations from certain announce listers, for my rescue-2-homeless-doggies project. Which has triggered a profound change for the better in my life (regarding the pups’ well-being), and for which I will be eternally grateful. These compassionate donors have been honored and remembered in my Brindlekin Tales trilogy, though of course I’ve changed their names to fictional ones.

Re: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 1:51 PM

> Oh, Gawd. So rude and disgusting. And you, a vegetarian, having to smell the odor of cooking flesh. Ugh!

And to think San Franshitsco was once a leader in the vegetarian movement. Now, it’s just like everywhere else in America: meat-eaters constantly mocking us. My window sucks in the cooking odor like a vacuum. The grill’s location also attracts even MORE folks around my building…thus, more noise and being forced to hear their pointless babble and insane screeches. I HATE being surrounded by fools…and the fact that, even when home, I’m still subjected to this. My sanctuary is of minimal solace.

So far, I haven’t had to take the pups out for a walk while the crowds were gathered thick as thieves. I always worry about some crazy meth head popping up out of the blue the moment I exit. It’s already happened several times, even during daylight hours. At such moments I’m like a captive prisoner with the dogs’ safety at risk.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Incorporating part of our chat in my latest chapter.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 3:27 PM

Took a lot of work and thinking things through re. how to incorporate a texting conversation into my tales, when it includes images, a video and voice recordings! Wattson, I believe you’ll be duly impressed by how I’ve so aptly applied my deductive skills to this uniquely 21st century challenge, for which I believe even our nemesis Professor Morgueiarty himself would be flummoxed, had he and his 4-score-and-20 DNA copies not been banished from our lovely cyber-dimension Level 188, Planet Earth version 32.014. So do read on:

WordPress doesn’t allow you to include embedded links within an image (well it does if  you’re a paying member and  use the appropriate plugin). So that’s out, though it would be the most intuitive and user friendly approach. I certainly would’ve preferred to do that, since mapping an image allows you to include as many embedments as you like.

For viewers could then click on any link within the chat image, so a larger pic would show, or a video play. My solution was to add a list of media links BELOW the image-capture of the chat session itself. Except for the voice recordings, since I can’t find a way to extract them from the chat, so I just typed them out. I had to take four screenshots to save the chat in its full length, then stitch them back together with a simple paint program.

I also changed your image icon to something other than your noble visage, seeing as exactly WHO “My Dear Wattson” is, is a bit of a secret which I’d like to keep for the entire trilogy. So, in a spare moment I invite you to see how I worked out all the kinks, to present a facile solution when image mapping is verboten. Once the page loads, jump down to “chat session” and you’ll be good to go.

I think including the occasional texting dialog within my tales is a nice touch, that keeps things modern, as well as artful. (Or should I say “ARF-ful?”) The high tech version of “belles lettres.”

I’ve also suffered behind-the-scenes glitches trying to get this chapter out. First, my site went down for nine, frustrating days. Which site I rely on for my image links (and the occasional video). I thought maybe Online Policy Group that hosts my website neglected to renew my domain name…but I checked to discover they hadn’t. Turns out that their web hosting servers were down, but they’re now back up as of yesterday.

Then, these past four days, WordPress’s home page from where I log in has gone bonkers, with no admission of any problem on their part. It was mostly text, missing images and a mess overall. I could still click on the login link, but once the dashboard loads, it’s missing the left-side bar, which includes all my menu options, including those to edit or create posts! So yesterday I described my problem on Reddit:

But they were (willfully) clueless, suggesting it’s all my own fault, and that their Reddit sub is focused on paying members, rather than us lowly freeloaders. For they are the ORGs, the privileged group, whereas I am but a useless-eater COM.

Nonetheless, I found a workaround (awkward and kludgy, but doable), whereby I can resume working on my latest chapter, and hopefully, start the next.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thanks to all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 3:40 PM

> A couple of these people blew my mind with their generosity. I have enough left over to cover half her rent for July.


> I have to figure out what to do for her in the future; she’s stubborn and has a crazy streak, but I CANNOT just let her slide into ruin and homelessness.

The sad thing is you may have no choice in the long run. Same with Deek, when it comes to saving the pups from a possible, horrid fate. Very sorry to hear she is SUCH a difficult person. That is just not right, after all the sacrifices you’ve already made.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thanks to all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 3:56 PM

> Like you, I see it as a challenge. She can’t help being crazy. I’m mainly doing it for my poor Van. He fretted so much about what would happen to her if he died. And then he did….

I understand perfectly. Soldier on, Wattson, there is no room for doubt, or dwelling on worst-case scenarios. I hope my extraordinary tales grant you uplift and solace through this trial.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 4:02 PM

> Insane chattering chimps.

They fling poo with their words.

Re: 5 reasons to wear a mask even after you’re vaccinated
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Chuck Kapinski
Date: June 27, 2021 7:46 PM

On Sunday, June 27th, 2021 at 7:42 PM, Chuck Kapinski wrote:

> I flatly refuse to wear a stupid mask. As do most of my friends in the bars. Many of us, me included, are holdouts NOT getting the toxic vaccine. The car has been in the shop for a week and it will take that long to catch up on my e-mails, videos, etc.

VERY sorry to hear you talk like that, Chuck. You took a wrong detour some time after returning to your home town. Peer pressure from old high school friends to turn towards the extreme right, along with getting caught up in conspiracy psychobabble, seems to be what happened. I was trying to avoid this outcome, but unless you have a change of heart, I am cutting off any further contact with you. You know how to reach me, if that happy change should ever occur. Bad enough I had to drive my brother out of my life for good, but then here you come, acting just as foolish. I’m sure Carl Betza is turning over in his grave right now…wherever that might be.

There is a WORSE strain of the virus coming down the pike, and you and all your misdirected friends are highly susceptible to both contracting it, and spreading it. That makes all of you angels of death. Same goes for my pathetic brother. My homeless friend, Deek (who brought those lovely pups to me, and changed my world) finally got the shots, after months of talking conspiracy shit about it. He even showed me his vaccine card, which I laminated and took a picture of, to save permanently on my laptop and backup services. I’m very proud of him. You, however, are a tragic disappointment. Talk about “friends in bars:” alcoholics almost always make poor life decisions. Drive safely! Though the direction you’re headed in looks to be a dead end with no way to back up or turn around.

Subject: “Moriarty” now “Morgueiarty”
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 10:02 PM

I’ve brought up Professor Moriarty more than once in my missives, including one I posted to you this very day, good physician. But just a moment ago, I realized I wasn’t being consistent with changing character names in a subtle but satirical manner. As I’ve already done with “Krahlin-Holmes” (or “K-Holmes”), “Dr. Wattson” and “Mrs. Hudnut.” So I deliberated for a short while on what Moriarty’s convoluted makeover ought to be, and finally deduced the obvious: “Morgueiarty.”

By good fortune (thank Her Royal Majesty Queen Victoria’s specter), a quick search through my WordPress site came up with only TWO chapters wherein the name “Moriarty” is present, thus far. That would be “Letter to the Landlord (part 1)” and “Letter to the Landlord (part 2)”…a bemusing coincidence I might note, as regards the matching titles, but for one digit. It was therefore a painless update, took barely four minutes to accomplish, even with WordPress’s currently cumbersome interface faux pas.

Seeing as these characters are a premonition of my future novel, “Friendly Ghost Detective Agency”–destined to be a rollicking sci-fi spoof of the Sherlock Holmes canon–it’s best to set up whatever Doyle-ian names mentioned in my present tales, with their debased equivalent.

All in a day’s work, Wattson!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thanks to all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 11:52 PM

> They are, in fact, an inspiration.

The best is yet to come…and soon.

Subject: One of the Hohokum Punks Just Threatened Me
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 28, 2021 11:41 PM

Strange night overall. Electricity kept going out for a second, around every 10 minutes, starting around 9 PM. So my Xfinity gateway had to reboot itself, and that took around four minutes. I checked the hallway to discover the emergency lights were on for my hall, but not for the two connecting ones. After the fourth time that happened, I stepped back out into the hallway to notice that the utility room at the landing below was open.

I overheard the manager say to someone else who was down there with him, that the circuit breaker is screwed up. So now I knew they were turning the circuit on and off, that leads to my room and several other units. So I stepped back inside, to just grin and bear it. Then the Hohokum creeps started shooting off Roman candles below my window. I first heard a few loud pops one after the other, so stepped to my window with smartphone in hand, in order to record it for possible evidence against them.

That’s when I learned it wasn’t just firecrackers, but Roman candles…because I watched one go off by the parking sign, where they had rigged a small platform. Then I saw another shoot way up into the air and seconds later saw what I thought was a shower of sparks come raining down. “They could start a fire on our roof!” I thought.

Then, the punk who ignited the candles glared up at me; the skinny one who’s always yapping his brains out, there on the sidewalk till late into the night. I looked right back at him, and he finally blurted out that I threw water on him, and he’s gonna shoot those fireworks right at my window. I hollered back:

“That wasn’t me, it came from up there!” and pointed skyward. Two of his other fucked up friends were also grimacing at me.

Well, I stepped away and decided to call the manager. His voicemail picked up my complaint. I described what just happened. that they’re out of control, I was just threatened, and to PLEASE talk to them…I really DON’T want to get the police involved and go through yet more harassment, after all the crap I’ve been through in this building already.

After I hung up I decided to see if he was still putzing around downstairs, and sure enough he was. And PLAYING BACK on his speaker, the grievance I had just sent him! I was thinking of descending the stairs to talk face to face, but decided against that, and returned to my room.

So a new threat against me has arisen, also close to home. I’m worried not just about my own safety, but more for that of the doggies. What’s it gonna be like now, whenever I come and go with them? Are these punks gonna target me? Is the building manager even gonna bother to speak with them?

Attached is a screenshot of this evening’s phone history. I called him twice, because the first time I forgot to say what KIND of fireworks they had set off tonight. I didn’t want him to think they were just firecrackers. Unfortunately, I missed taking a video because I didn’t want the punks to see me aiming a smartphone in their direction.

So on my second call I told him they were Roman candles which sparks could ignite our building. He already knew about the water splashing down, and the accusation against me.

My initial call was at 10:07 PM. Then came a missed call at 10:12. My phone never rang, so can’t figure out the problem. No message was left. My second call was at 10:36, followed by “declined” two minutes later. So he’s blocked me?

Well, tomorrow’s another day, and I’ll find out soon enough what the manager has to say about this, as I won’t back off. And if any further hassles will be forthcoming from the smoke shop goons. The manager KNOWS I’d have no qualms about bringing my complaint to Ablahblah, if he doesn’t straighten things out. Because I’ve ALREADY DONE THAT over the “Myrtle & Son” fiasco, which made HIM look bad. So I’m hoping that incident will spur him on, to get the Hohokum scum to simmer down.

Now I have NO privacy, simply due to my committing the ultimate sin of looking out my window! I’m a sitting duck, a target of hostility by the punks below, for, I guess, as long as they continue to work there. Will this mean I can no longer have the pups visit, for their own safety?

And why do I keep getting harassed over and over again, from unexpected sources, though I’m minding my own business? Looks like I’ll be wearing my spypen all the time again, for awhile! But I don’t have a working printer any more, to mail a complaint to Ablablah Realty, should I deem that necessary. I have their email and phone number, but those options may not have the desired impact, compared to a certified letter.

Can you imagine? This punk getting outraged over a little water splashed on him, for illegally shooting off fireworks, that are also a FIRE HAZARD?

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Re: One of the Hohokum Punks Just Threatened Me
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 29, 2021 1:46 PM

> Those rotten punks. They live for stupid, primitive conflict, enjoy every minute of it. Not happy unless they’re stirring up shit. It gives meaning and purpose to their stupid little lives.

Couldn’t agree with you more.

> And shame on Kevin for sidestepping.

Turns out he didn’t. His voicemail came through, I just had some difficulty accessing it. I had to first inactivate wifi, then activate mobile data. Which doesn’t make sense, but there you have it. Two voicemails:

1: He suggested I report the incident to the police.

2: He asked me to write a letter of complaint and bring it to him.

I had already called the SFPD before listening to his voicemail. They said I need to phone them when it’s happening. So I’ll do just that for now on.

> Do you have any idea who threw water on them?

Nope. Whomever it was, kept silent. But it HAD to come from someone living directly above me, on the 3rd or 4th floor, or perhaps the apartment window next over from mine, or the two just above.

> Obviously, you’re not the only one being disturbed by their obnoxious shenanigans.

Yes, though I shouldn’t be the only one reporting this to the manager. But he can now check things out by asking the five suspect residents “did you toss that water,” and if they’ve been disturbed by the Hohokum employees at any time previously. IOW: the H20 dump actually works in my favor.

So let’s see how things go from here. Hopefully, it will be nipped in the bud. Though ANY complaint brought to their attention, including a police visit, will likely inspire them to scapegoat me further.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Here’s a copy of my complaint:

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Subject: Pups were over for a few hours last night.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 1, 2021 12:44 PM

[But first, allow me to update you regarding the Hohokum tobacco, weed (and Aphaea only knows what OTHER drugs they sell in secret) and paraphernalia shop, Wattson. Peaceful and hassle-free last night, not a squeak out of them, no gathering out front, no raucous behavior. I have NO details on how this came about, but DO hope it remains that way.]

Deek dropped by around 9 PM, offered me the dogs, then changed his mind, then offered them back. I didn’t even bother to ask, just was friendly and ready to accept whatever he decides. Before I left with the doggies, he reprimanded:

“They’re not for you to keep, they’re just to enjoy their visits. Remember that.”

“Oh c’mon, you don’t need to tell me that!” I replied as the pups patiently sat by my feet, though I knew they were DYING to get indoors.

“Yes I do,” he pressed, describing how his street friends tell him he’s a fool for trusting me, that he should be able to take care of the dogs all on his own, blah blah blah. And for emphasis, he added:

“They’ll kill me if they think I gave ’em away!”

“They sound like horrible people,” I retorted (rather than accusing him of making this all up, which I’m sure he did…his drama is tiresome). “Just tell them I’m a good friend, an old lonely fellow who gains much happiness having your pooches over. And they’re little dogs who shouldn’t be out in the cold, damp weather all the time, so you appreciate my providing sanctuary for them.”

“I already have,” he affirmed.

I shrugged my shoulders: “They should say how lucky you are to have a friend with a roof over his head, who helps you out. Maybe they’re jealous that you do, and their so-called advice is an attempt to fuck you up. It’s really none of their business, and I wish you wouldn’t blab about our affairs to every Tom, Dick and Harry on the streets. They’re not all nice people.”

He didn’t seem the least bit antagonized by my frank rebuttal…as if he was just reciting from a script. And this is where my Bodhisattva Premise kicks in, once more:

He was TESTING me, starting with declaring I could have the pups over till he returns, then abruptly changed his mind, then just as promptly declared I could, again. The test was all about how calmly I do, or do not, respond.

“Well, they really wanna hang out with you, I can see that…so you may as well keep ’em till I return, say, in two or three hours.” Then he elaborated how he might NOT come back till the next day, etc. So I interrupted:

“They’ll be perfectly fine either way, we’ve been through this before, I know the routine. We’re going inside now, they’ve been very forbearing sitting here so peacefully, and I hope you have a nice time wherever you’re going.”

He told me they might be hungry, I said okay I’ll feed them posthaste, then he departed as I turned around and we three entered the building. Like so many times before:

As I fiddled with the main key, Flaco & Lucky jumped up and down and scratched on the gate with fervor. Soon as I opened it, they pushed with as much force as their little bodies could muster, upon the heavy doors that remain the last obstacle. Sometimes one or the other manages to squeeze partway through, but I still have to push on it myself to get them both inside.

They pulled me forward on their leashes, yapping at each other to win the race to their beloved sanctuary…but that was of course impossible, until I unleashed them a few steps up, concealed from the lobby camera’s panopticon eye. Then off they scampered. Though this time the door was NOT ajar, as a strong breeze from my open window had forced it shut. Never mind, they instead frolicked up and down the bifurcate corridor until I finally turned the key and gave them entry.

Deek had also given me three small battery packs to recharge, and a “new” smartphone to charge and load with mp3 files. Which I did, soon as the pups were settled in. I was disappointed when he DID return just before midnight, and I had to disturb the mutts from their blissful rest. They didn’t seem to mind much, though…they are TROOPERS.

Today is my 71st birthday, and I was hoping I’d get my wish: to spend that day with the dogs. However, my wish only came partly true. Good enough as far as I’m concerned, since I hate birthdays for the most part, because of all the phony expectations and obligations they impose. Besides which, I’ll have the pups’ gracious company countless times down the road, anyway. Which already makes ME a very lucky fellow.

He called up to the window: “Bring everything down!” Which I found amusing, his choice of the word “everything” to mean the dogs as well. Soon as I came up to him with “everything,” I thanked him for making my birthday wish come true, by letting me spend some time with Lucky & Flaco.

“It’s your birthday?” he queried in amicable surprise.

“Not quite, that would be tomorrow.” I specified.

“Oh, well you should keep the dogs overnight.” But then he quickly changed his mind. “No, I got stuff to do.”

“No problem,” I replied. “I’m happy to have spent some hours with them, just the same.”

“Wait a sec,” he announced, then rummaged through his shopping cart to come up with a birthday card. (Right, as if he didn’t know all along that tomorrow’s my day…conveniently coughed up an appropriate card. As I said: this is all scripted.)

I eagerly snatched up the card, read it and declared with a grin: “This is a BELATED card, but my birthday’s tomorrow.”

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He countered: “Wait a minute then, let me find another.”

“No, no, I like the card anyway, it’s very nice!”

But he ignored me and came up with a SECOND one. So I took that, too, slipped it between thumb and fingers alongside the first.

“Read it, see what it says,” he implored.

So I held it up and recited aloud: “No supermodels, no million dollars…but we can give you a big cock.”

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Of course the “cock” was a rooster. I chuckled: “But it’s not even a real cock, it’s a picture of one!”

He insisted I keep them both, and I thanked him for the lovely cards.

“So you’re what, 70?”

“No,” I corrected, “I’m 71. I used to think it sucks growing old, but I’ve never felt healthier and happier in my entire life, these past several months! Flaco & Lucky have certainly played a big part in that!”

He didn’t respond, just smiled and turned his cart around, to depart with the pups. But I stopped him because it struck me right then and there, that I had something rather important he should hear, good doctor. And that was:

“You’ve done the nicest thing to me anyone has done in my entire life…you shared your dogs.”

Deek humbly replied, “alright,” as he resumed his departure…the cart rattled on, with the darling brindlekin tethered to it. They looked back at me twice, with sweet regret they had to leave. It was another chill, damp night and I sorely wished they didn’t have to, either. I waved back and smiled at them, before returning hovel.

The cards are now atop my cabinet, as you can see. And they’ll be there for quite awhile, maybe forever. I think my final words to him last night really made his day, perhaps his entire life.

Now, reflecting upon what I said about never feeling better at such an advanced age, I think of all my little victories since last October. And feel pretty damn amazing for having stood up to every single challenge that had been thrust at me…and which I have won, hands down! Applying my Bodhisattva Premise once again:

This is all scripted: crises fabricated by the building manager, Myrtle & son, and the Hohokum screwballs. And of course, by Deek himself. Each and every one of them has provided me with a golden opportunity, one after another, to play the hero.

And with the boundless love of two little pups cheering me on, how could I ever lose?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Pups were over for a few hours last night.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 2, 2021 1:16 PM

> Sounds as if your birthday was a pretty good one. The noisy neanderthals quiet for now,

Well, they were noisy and screechy last night, but nowhere near as bad as all the other times. But it went on until 4 AM! NO other shop is open for blocks, they’ve become a gathering spot for riffraff, including their own friends who double park along this side of the street. Almost like tailgate parties. So I’m afraid they’ll be reasonably quiet for a short time, then resume the BS.

> Deek behaving reasonably, doggie contact…

His volunteering to get vaccinated was THE turning point for everything else to fall into place on a MUCH better level. Including his upcoming decision (per my prediction) to have Flaco spayed, thus enabling him to finally get FREE vet care for BOTH doggies.

But the pups’ visits are far less frequent, as if he’s planning to cut me out of his life for good. Maybe in long-fuming reaction to our battle earlier this year, when I attempted to become Flaco & Lucky’s new guardian. Thus, being calm and friendly in order to make his exit as smooth as possible. This, of course, is one among other fears I entertain. Though I know by now that’s wrong thinking, so I keep such imagined scenarios at bay. One can NOT possibly blank them out entirely, of course. But one CAN give them scant attention. That is DEFinitly the lesson I’m learning. Well, not so much learning as applying a more disciplined mindset.

> I hate birthdays, too, and do my best to ignore them.

So glad we’re on the same page with that. Deek is my only exception, as his sparse income does not afford him to purchase a decent gift, and birthdays mean so much to him. So whenever he brings me something thoughtful–even though scored from rubbish–I show my appreciation right away. My father was a garbage man when I was a kid (we didn’t call them “sanitation workers” back then), and he’d often bring me something nice that he rescued from the trash…after cleaning it thoroughly and making it look shiny new as possible. But only one such item remains in my memory:

A lovely, spinning globe of the earth on a small, brass stand. It was around eight inches in diameter. Like a jigsaw puzzle, different regions were removable. They were made of hard celluloid and about a sixth-inch thick and slightly curved, with a different color for each region. Totally intact but for a tiny peninsula missing on just one of the pieces. I kept it for years.

> The cards are hilarious.

Yeah, aren’t they sweet? But they are also a remarkable memento in his new change of attitude. Thus, they are far MORE than just birthday cards.

> And it’s funny that Deek seems to have one of everything in his shopping cart, including birthday cards.

Arwyn writes the latest script, and Deek simply follows. I’m sure, though, that Deek adds the occasional line or action into these scripts, as a co-author himself in these bodhisattva scenarios. I have observed considerable maturity in his behavior towards me, in recent meetups…which DO suggest it’s all an act on his part. And has been, all along, solely for my benefit and no one else’s.

> Now, there’s a children’s story: Deek and the Magic Shopping Cart.

It’s a great story for adults AND children, already. Brindlekin Tales is destined to be the lotus blossom of humanity’s fulfillment. How pretentious of me to say so!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: And this…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 3, 2021 12:37 PM

> Killer, both of those! The otter, the doggies!

These videos refresh my spirit. I make a point of spending some time on Reddit’s r/aww sub every day. Also: r/AnimalsBeingBros.

I have a feeling Deek’s next visit will be amazing…after the nice things I told him in our previous meetup. Last night was very quiet re. Hohokum creeps. Oh, and another nice incident that occurred three days back:

That nasty drama queen with the two chihuahuas finally witnessed Flaco & Lucky NOT barking, as he exited the building just before I entered. He said nothing, but I know he observed. Financially privileged people are often the biggest schmucks around. They know nothing about me, other than from the gossipy grapevine…even though I’ve lived here for YEARS. I am watching over two of the kindest, sweetest doggies in the world, but they choose to harass me anyway.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Cut me some meat, Hunca Munca!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: July 4, 2021 8:55 PM

Zeke here. Your childishly biased regard towards me over the air is NOT appreciated. In last Friday’s show of “Memo of the Weird,” starting at 50:37 (and lasting 18 seconds), you declared:

“And poor benighted Ezekiel took being described as benighted as an insult, but I took his calling me a homophobe a year or two ago as an insult, lying down. So I’m gonna call that even, though poor means poor, and benighted means in the dark on many issues, which…aren’t we all?”

Anyone who’d like, is free to listen to the matching audio clip, here.

First of all: yes, you made a clearly homophobic remark on one of your shows while speaking over the air to Oggie Dunwich. When he said “I love you buddy,” you advised him to say “pal” instead of “buddy,” because the latter is just “kinda gay.” Here is a 39 second audio clip of that incident.

Besides noting that there is nothing more or less intrinsically gay with either word, and that your implying there is, is ABSURD. I also want to point out that Oggie has said many times prior to that night, “I love you buddy,” to which you’ve always responded, “I love you too, buddy.” So I wonder: what wild hair got up in YOUR ass that night, one or two years ago?

Some hetero folks who declare themselves “gay friendly” insist that homophobia is ONLY when someone speaks out with an anti-gay epithet, or condones violence against gays. That way, they slide by with using a term like “too gay” (or in your case, “kinda gay”) to imply something distasteful, unpleasant or just plain wrong. Which is exactly what YOU did that evening, with Oggie. I already posted my complaint about that incident, on this list, to which you never cared to respond. But obviously, it’s stuck in your craw. As well it should.

Secondly: I already addressed your snarky remark about my being “benighted,” on this announce list. (And adding the adjective “poor” to that word is underhanded.) But you went ahead and read it over the air…knowing I’ll probably hear it, which gives you the jollies. But on your most recent show, you came up with a juvenile cop-out that we ALL are benighted, so what’s my beef. Problem is: you SINGLED ME OUT as such, thus implying I am LESS knowledgeable than yourself, and many others. For the rather foolish reason that I am against space research being handed over to lunatic billionaires and private corporations.

Which I already made VERY CLEAR in my post to this list: that I am NOT against aerospace research and development, just against some of the ways we are going about it, in this country. Yet you painted me as if I were against any and all such projects, both in your response on the list, and on your radio show…in which show you deliberately excluded my distinction in this matter, including how I’d PREFER space-going ventures to be handled. Something only an Elon Muskmelonhead “fan boi” would do, which you seem to be.

But seeing that, in running your own radio show, you can paint anyone in an unfairly biased light according to your whim, there’s not much I (or anyone else you target) can do about it. It’s just a PETTY act, which only serves to diminish what quality may remain in your broadcasts.

Subject: This is SO depressing: 20 minutes w/the pups, and that’s all she wrote!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 7, 2021 8:14 PM

Deek showed up a half hour ago, the pups with hearty greets as always. I had just purchased my second cup of java, and as I crossed the intersection there he was coming in my direction with Flaco & Lucky delighted to see me. I asked how he was, and said it’s good to see you all again. He seemed fine, no drama and cleanly attired. And that’s REALLY great!

He asked for his allowance, I said of course. Wanted me to hurry in order to pay someone just around the corner. So I dashed upstairs, set my coffee down, snatched the three Jacksons I had set aside, and ran back out. Upon receiving the cash he said I could hang with the doggies for awhile, then he walked partway up the sidewalk on 16th Street (behind my building) to commiserate with some bald-headed dude seated by the curb.

So I sat down and immensely enjoyed having these lovely pooches on my lap and in my arms again. I figured they’d not be staying with me, else he’d have handed me the leash already, to take them inside. So I took what comfort I could, and in about 20 minutes he called to me, requesting I bring down dog food, a razor and a drink (which is always diet root beer). That other fellow had left some moments earlier, and Deek was fussing with rolling a joint…seemed to be in good spirits.

When I returned with the items I made a point of thanking him for the birthday cards:

“They’re on top of my cabinet now, both of them. One’s very funny, the other’s very sweet.”

As he began to shove the cart forward, I pet the pups one more time. Deek thanked me for everything I do, and added “God bless you!”

As I watched them cross the street, I blessed them back. Then he turned to me, said something about getting another phone. I think he meant one with actual cell service, like he had two months ago: whatever happened to it, I have no idea. I stood there another half minute or so, to wave to the pups each time they looked back.

Now, I’m not going to obsess over the many possible scenarios regarding his withholding the dogs from visiting me, these past almost-three weeks. For I have NO idea what he’s up to; he’s certainly keeping mum about it, as he did NOT volunteer ANYthing about his latest doings.

Does he want to wean the dogs from visiting me, out of jealousy, or perhaps seriously plans to move on (even back to Louisiana)? Is he caught up with some bad people who are manipulating him, including abolishing our friendship? Is he putting me through my paces re. his bodhisattva challenges, and will soon resume letting Lucky & Flaco stay over now and then? I hope it’s the latter, but here I go, conjecturing, and I just said I’m not gonna obsess.

But what can I do, as I love the pups so much I’m not gonna refuse to contribute any more food unless he allows me to enjoy their company once or twice a week. (I could NEVER deny the pups any generosity I can afford, no matter MY situation.) Nor am I gonna try whatever OTHER persuasive tactics I can come up with. He already KNOWS how important they are in my life, and how happy it makes them to visit. He’s ALWAYS putting me into these like-walking-on-eggshells scenarios. TEMPTING me to express frustration, anger or vengeance (or all three at once). Which would certainly be the WRONG way to go.

But I truly hate pining for them, waiting till I get to see them again next week…and just for a very short while! How long will THAT go on? Will they just not show up any more, leaving me in the dust? I like to think that his bringing up acquiring another smartphone is a clue that he has EVERY intention of remaining aligned with me…and that this agonizing chapter is but a short one, followed by one brimming with a happy resolution for all parties involved.

So many things are going my way any more: fast FREE Internet, inexpensive Tracfone, my COVID shots (and Deek’s, too; that’s just wonderful), beating back the ugly mother-and-son team, and successfully dealing with the building manager’s horrid abuse. After all those personal victories (which I handled very well, and according to Buddha’s tenets), I see no reason why my association with Deek & pups should not ALSO be favorable.

So I REFUSE to worry, and will be of good cheer, no matter WHAT demons may well up in my mind now and then, like Whack-a-Moles. ONE of those demons (a powerful one at that) is fear of being left alone, Deek and the pooches trotting off into the sunset, never to return. And I go through THAT anxiety EACH AND EVERY TIME we end our latest meetup! But especially so, now that he visits less often, and for just a few minutes at that, and without offering me the doggos for company. But I AM aware:

Deek is NOT the enemy; he never was. Just a rather DIFFICULT person to befriend, in light of his tragic background and consequent trust issues, fears and suspicions (AND superstitions). As the Buddha says, “we have no enemies, only teachers.” And as YOU even said: “Deek is also a victim of a harsh world, just as are the dogs.” I’m paraphrasing here, as it would be most tedious to dig up that particular quote, buried as it is, deeply somewhere in my earlier Brindlekin Tales (book 1 OR book 2 I think).

And that, dear Wattson, IS the lesson…albeit painful and MOST challenging, it is MOST important to learn to rise above such sad thoughts. No demon has ANY power over you, but what you yourself allow. Caveat:

Though, perhaps, he is NOT a victim in the least, but a bodhisattva PLAYING the victim, that I may learn some lessons as a result. Such a thought brings me solace…as opposed to the dark ones described above.

I hope you are having a lovely evening, that your writing is coming along splendidly, and those walking sticks are holding up like a boss.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: This is SO depressing: 20 minutes w/the pups, and that’s all she wrote!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 7, 2021 10:36 PM

> Was just going to mention the walking sticks, and thank you for them again! They’re light but very sturdy, and I feel a lot better about Mitch going off into the woods at age 82 (83 in September! Yikes!) with those sticks. A great, thoughtful gift.

So glad they’re working out so well!

> Oh, how I wish Deek wouldn’t toy with you like that. You have the best possible attitude, but I know the sadness creeps in from time to time.

He’ll come through for me…which means for the pups as well. But yes, doing good works sucks donkey butt. Isn’t it always like that, unless your “good works” are on a minor scale?

When I first laid eyes on Lucky, it was still during my separation from Deek. They were a moving silhouette across the street, for it was night, and all I could see was the black form of the cart, Deek, and Lucky. But the doggy’s sweet grace radiated through the dense veil of shadow anyway, and struck my heart:

Sitting upright in the cart, nose raised in the air and looking straight ahead, chest puffed with pride to be assigned the noble duty of guardian to this lone vagrant. Two nights later, Lucky and I finally met face to face: he was seated atop the cart once more, with a small blanket thrown over him like a nun’s habit. He took a cautious liking to me right then and there. Which surprised Deek, because I was wearing a hoodie, which garb usually aggravates the pup into wild barking. Not to mention Lucky’s hesitation with ANY stranger in the first place. But the little angel remained calm and welcomed my hugs. I fell in love for the first time in my life.

> I’m doing my “Buddha” work, too.

Indeed you are, Wattson. This is no small sacrifice.

> Yesterday, I took Darly (Van’s widow) up to the storage place in Fort Bragg, where she and Van have gone deep into the storage-rental boondoggle over the years, paying hundreds every month for TWO packed-full units, God knows how many thousands they’ve paid over the years. She desperately needs to empty those units, stop wasting hundred$ every month, but of course, she’s in the trap: no money, nowhere to put the stuff, terrible sentimental entanglement. I can’t tell you how sad it was to push those rumbling doors up and see all of those sad, sad possessions, books, furniture, boxes of manuscripts, poor Van’s handwriting everywhere, the fond hopes it all represented now just dusty old junk.

Absolutely heartbreaking. Every item must be dripping with sentimentality. Everything should go EXCEPT the manuscripts. Can they be moved ASAP to her domicile? I don’t know what else to say, but that she must ease the financial burden from your shoulders. Friendship and loyalty are immeasurably more important than possessions, no matter how sentimental.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: He dropped by again, early!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 9:14 AM

7 AM, right on the dot…woke me up. Half asleep, I donned shoes, sweater, jacket, and stumbled on out to greet them all. I knelt down on the concrete to give the pups adoration, as Deek handed over a slightly battered Alcatel smartphone, two battery packs, and cylindrical speaker (NOT that heavy one any more, thank god). Said he’ll be back in two hours and outta my hair. Again, he didn’t offer me the pups. He should show up in a half hour or so…let’s see what happens next. And of course the bedbugs have returned. This is my life.

Subject: Picked up his stuff, left with the dogs!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 9:47 AM

One battery pack would NOT charge up, but he was not anxious about that in the least; and that’s good. I crouched down to pet the pups again; they looked at me with such longing in their eyes: “Can’t we come and visit you?” And then I returned hovel, after Deek saying once more, god bless you and thanks again.

Re: Picked up his stuff, left with the dogs!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 12:13 PM

> All good groundwork.

Thanks! Deek is no longer throwing hissy fits or making horrid accusations against me. I can say that with much confidence, now, since this improved, new Deek has been showing his face for at least three months w/o sliding back. I think that he has finally awakened to how poorly he’s treated me in the recent past (and for almost three years), and may be terribly embarrassed about that. Which ALSO could explain his distancing. He is my prodigal brother.

Re: Picked up his stuff, left with the dogs!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 2:35 PM

Interesting to note, is that whenever i DO require another bedbug treatment, Deek and pups conveniently disappear until two or three days later. And I NEVER inform him about bedbugs, because he’ll get all dramatic about it, and tell me to just get some pesticide, I’m making a mountain out of a molehill. Or he’ll worry about the pups being exposed to chemicals. He knows NOTHING about bedbugs, that there IS no OTC solution…nor how very SAFE is the treatment used by professionals. So I just shut my trap about it. Yet somehow, some way, they all are gone on the day of treatment nonetheless, and don’t return till some days later. Well, maybe a day later at the earliest, but his timing works out perfecto for me.

Just one more reason why I think this is all scripted.

From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 8:40 PM

Flaco & Lucky have only gotten to play in it three times since I found it on the back porch. But now I have to dispose of it, in preparation for tomorrow’s bedbug treatment. It’s a LARGER box than the previous ones, and they love it so much more. It’s like a doghouse for them. And boxes that size are not easy to find.

You should have seen last time they were over. Flaco entered the box and settled down after a whole lot of furious scratching to make the floor “fluffy.” She was curled up in one corner when Lucky went to join her…but at that moment she abruptly sprung into full-stretch mode with paws plunked right across the edge, as if to declare: “Stay out, this is MY turf!” Very funny, as Lucky stepped back, barked a few times, then returned to the cot to let her enjoy that hidey-spot for herself. He doesn’t ALWAYS back off, but sometimes instigates a play-fight which they both enjoy, sometimes rumbling right there in the box. It wobbles like crazy, as if haunted by poltergeist!

Well, I could’ve put off the next bug eradication for a few days, to give me time to prepare. But I decided tomorrow is fine; I just had to hustle half-a-day getting things set up. I have it down to a science, adapted as I am to these insectoid invasions.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Of course Deek would show up tonight, and ask me to watch the pups!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 11:24 PM

Right in the middle of getting my room prepared…but how could I say no? (I swear Larkin wrote this script, and Deek and god only knows who else is in on it. Of COURSE they’d pick this time to finally resume the pups’ sweet stayovers!)

I just told him to pick them up by 1 PM tomorrow, as the plumber is coming over at 2, to fix a leak that sprung in my ceiling. He released the pups (still on their leashes but tied together as one), and off they ran STRAIGHT to the gate, and made a big fuss over wanting to get inside.

Without picking up the leash, I opened the front gate, assuming the inner doors would block them. But no, they pushed really hard, and I could not stay them, because the keys from my lanyard had just come undone and spilled onto the sidewalk! I have four keys, found three of them, but didn’t discover the fourth until someone who walked by kindly pointed out it out to me (behind my right foot).

So here I was, planning to run upstairs with the pups just ahead…instead, I had to leave them be wherever they were, as my own door was locked shut. When I finally arrived on my floor, they were having an utter ball, chasing each other up and down the hallway. With only a soft yelp here and there, so no problem. I was just worried that the manger would come across them, running free.

Now they are crashed out on the cot, and I’m so delighted with their return. And with Deek.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Attached pic shows him hanging by the bus stop just out front. He’s somewhere behind the shopping cart, piled high with a mound of clothing and whatever else beneath it. I really don’t want him parking around my building, but he’s a stubborn bastard, often against his own best interests. However, he IS being quiet…snoozing, I guess. Said he’d return in a couple of hours to pick up the devices, but the dogs stay overnight. How can he “return” if he’s still here? He’ll probably sleep like a log, and I’ll have to bring the stuff down to him, myself. But if he doesn’t awaken to receive them, I’ll just bring it all back upstairs.

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Texting with Wattson – 7/9/21

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Subject: What He Left Behind
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 9, 2021 10:10 PM

When he departed with the pups this morning, I never gave thought over how he emptied that shopping cart. Later when I stepped outside I came across THIS, to receive the answer to a question I hadn’t asked. Talk about dirtying a friend’s nest! (I even used that turn of phrase with him a year or two ago, and he rebutted: “Your nest is inside, not out here.”) However, he still deserves my kudos in spite of this, and for damn good reasons.

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Great news…the N Judah light rail is running once more, finally! So I hopped on to hang around 9th & Irving, wishing Howard’s Cafe were still open. But I settled for Tart 2 Tart, an old fashioned, spacious coffeehouse that is good enough, but nothing like the sociable milieu of Howard’s. I lingered quite awhile, as the bedbug guy texted me that I can’t return to my hovel until 8:30 PM. So I guess he showed up closer to 4, than 2 (or maybe a bit later than planned).

I watched today’s PBS News on their Youtube channel with my Tracfone, while enjoying a fat slice of black forest cake and a cup of java. Eventually I left to stroll the promenade; this was once my favorite neighborhood in the entire city. (I guess it still is, but these days more like the LEAST grievous circle of hell among all the other circles that ring this sorry burg.) I felt cold, alienated, strolling down 9th Avenue…for it was nothing but shops and dead souls hopping from one spot to another. Howard’s was the last, true community gathering spot (other than the two bars a few blocks apart, I guess some locals would say)…so once it shut down, what fragment remained of the heart of the Inner Sunset was crushed under Moloch’s Heel.

Though I had time to kill, nothing appealed to me outdoors, not even the arboretum nearby, at the edge of Golden Gate Park. So I hopped back onto the N Judah and returned to the Castro. Almost three hours to go before I could claim my hovel as my own once again, by the time I reentered Hotel California North. So I hunkered down in the alcove right beside my room, and caught up on some of my favorite vloggers.

It actually feels good to have stripped down my monk’s cell, to clean out the cobwebs and start afresh. I just resent the drudgery it requires to get there. But why gripe? The doggies slept with me last night! I gave Deek a side hug this morning, to thank him for letting Flaco & Lucky visit me again, but he played the macho dude and brushed me away with a pseudo-grunt. So to make up for that, I told him they’re a joy and a blessing in my life, “and you are too, because of them.”

I’m sure it did his heart a lot of good, though he’d never admit it. Every time my three little angels depart, I think: I may never see them again.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: What He Left Behind
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 10, 2021 10:07 AM

> Did he just abandon all that stuff? Some of it looks useful.

Yes. Well, what is “useful” can often be a burden when you live the street life. Anything you can’t use immediately is of no worth. He has lost EVERYthing many times over, but Deek is nothing if not resilient. Had I more spacious quarters, I’d be cleaning and storing valued items for him…such as extra clothing, including what serves well for doggy comfort.

You may have noticed that tent in the background, where some homeless folks have set up camp behind my building as of several days ago. Which happens now and then…I think the steep rise of that street discourages such settlements from happening more often. When I stepped out for my morning coffee today, I decided to take a more focused shot of it; see attachment. They’ll be there for another week or even less, then move on. That’s the usual pattern.

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> Coffee and Black Forest cake sounds divine!

They have both standard and specialty pastries, which are excellent, including key lime pie, strawberry shortcake, tiramisu, chocolate eclairs and cheesecake with thin, kiwi slices on top. Added bonus: they DON’T play loud, grating music like Starbucks and most other coffeehouses. In fact, they play NOTHING. So it’s always peaceful, easy to actually read, think and plain old relax. And very pleasant to hear and watch the N Judah cars rumble by. But since the pandemic started, I do not go there daily any more. In fact, I only visit Tart 2 Tart on my bedbug extermination days, which are maybe once every four months. I otherwise stick around my neighborhood for Deek and the pooches, more than anything else.

> I came across a great news story today: a black cat named Binx, who’d lived on the 9th floor of the collapsed tower in Florida, was found ALIVE and reunited with his people.

Wow, so happy to hear that. And Binx’s family also survived! A sweet pet is often the heart and soul of a person’s life. If it’s not, what the hell are they doing with one, in the first place?

> Here’s to more visits with the doggies, bless their pure little hearts.

MY heart and soul! In the coming days I will emphasize to Deek, just what an AMAZING fellow he is, for bringing them into my world. He’ll probably say something like he deserves more money for that. I’ll just tell him “Yes you do, but it’s beyond my financial capacity at this time.”

– Zeke K-Holmes

The Final Chapter (part 14)

June 27, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17n]

Subject: Youtube is turning into a monster!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 12, 2021 11:18 PM

More and more vloggers are getting unjustified strikes and bans lately, so I’m not the only one. Looks to me like they want to shake off all the small players and go head-on into the corporate mentality. Another thread on Reddit is now covering this issue, in which I’ve commented.

I’ve also informed Twitter’s “Team Youtube” group of my strike, which I’d like to have retracted…but YT rejected my appeal, and they won’t allow you to make another. There’s GOT to be a way to stop their draconic abuse towards decent vloggers out there. Gee, I hope WordPress doesn’t go that direction too, as I’d REALLY be sunk as an author trying to put my words out there!

It’s like every time I reach out to the world in order to achieve something good (that is: not based on selfish motives, but designed to lift up many others), walls start popping up around me. I realize, though, it’s all part of the game of life (the Battle of the Bodhisattvas)…thus I don’t get particularly upset, but forge on regardless.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I just discovered today, that I have two copyright violations against me, in addition to that one strike. They don’t however, trigger two more strikes or impede me any other way, because I have not monetized them. One of the videos is the scene where Cliff’s Hardware found my spyglasses, so I picked them up with much gratitude, then stepped out to be inundated by victorious music booming from a truck a half block up. That song, though, IS copyrighted, and, even though I didn’t add it to the video myself, I am still charged with a violation. Ridiculous!

The OTHER video is one with Deek, where he turns on his Bluetooth speaker on a VERY low volume…so low you can’t really make out the song. Nonetheless, I was charged with copyright infringement by a music company on behalf a rap star Lil Wayne. Well, Deek plays nothing BUT rap. So what am I supposed to do when I’m recording him, and he’s playing his music at the same time? You mean I need permission from a music company, to include songs played in public, on the streets, which are INSEPERABLE from the urban milieu?

Well, at any rate, I’m not REALLY in violation, so long as I don’t try to monetize such videos. And that is why YT hasn’t given me two MORE strikes. THREE strikes within 90 days will ban you from their service FOREVER. Unless you go through a different appeals process, and have all your ducks in a row to win! Which nonetheless could take you anywhere from six months to well over a year. I’ve been doing my homework on this matter. Guess what I did with those two videos?

DELETED them from YT, then made NEW links for them on WordPress, to their backup locations on Google Drive. Take THAT, Youtube!

Now, I also have those “Doggy Dining with the Stars” videos, a new series for my channel. I make sure that the old-time movies I play in the background are public domain. But on my most recent “dining” video, a commercial break popped up right in the middle of my recording the pups. It went on for about a half minute before I decided to squelch the volume. Are they gonna come after me for THAT, too? Jeez Louise, Wattson!

Subject: Team Youtube on Twitter said they’ll look into the strike.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 13, 2021 9:46 AM

Here’s the conversation thus far. Click on my original post at top, to expand the thread. Click on other comments to expand further.

And here is the Reddit page where I posted my grievance, before contacting Team Youtube.

Re: Team Youtube on Twitter said they’ll look into the strike.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 13, 2021 10:55 PM

> Meanwhile:
> Shaking Shelter Dog Covers Her Foster Dad’s Face With Kisses

OMG, the wonder and love of dogs. And what a great lover of the canine species that fellow is! Two darling pups have certainly transformed MY life, their love is so strong, all my fears and anxieties are close to vanishing for good. Just one more hug with each, will do it! They are just TOO extraordinary and beautiful to have come into my life through the hands of a homeless person, as to be anything BUT a divine gift. The love is so pure as to VANQUISH any possibility of a bad outcome. Deek is simply putting me through my paces.

As for my contacting those two Youtube attorneys: I forgot I have to wait a few more days till Youtube allows me to post again. But Ganesha, the remover of all obstacles, is on my side…such challenges are peanuts to him.

Re: Hey ! Your Sickness
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Spike Dewars
Date: June 13, 2021 11:32 PM

On 2021-06-13 21:20, Spike Dewars wrote:

> So, how you enjoying life ?

I’m doing pretty damn well, thanks for asking. I have won many important victories in the local arena in recent months, and made my building and the neighborhood considerably safer and friendlier.

> Enjoying that little room with no toilet or kitchen ?

I’m actually fine with that. Living the humble life has its challenges, but it makes me a better person, as it encourages me to cultivate my inner life. Those were surprisingly charming photos you sent me this time around (as opposed to your previous ones, Mike). I always worry about you folks living up north in the dry season. So my wish is that you and everyone else up yonder be spared the horror of firestorms. that you may continue to live and enjoy the fine countryside up there, with good friends and family.

Subject: My Reddit popularity appears to be on the rise!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 17, 2021 12:11 AM

I crossposted one silly post to r/antinatalism, and got 50 upvotes in less than an hour:

And 22 upvotes in as short a time by posting a Flaco & Lucky video to r/aww:

Wasn’t even thinking about collecting upvotes, just doin’ my Reddit thang. But the doggie videos are all so amazing, perhaps posting additional ones will start the ball rolling for my Brindlekin Tales to take off.

Oh, and yesterday, Morey (shopkeeper of that corner store two blocks up Noe Street) gave me an incredible boost over doing so much for the pups, and, in general, making so many breakthroughs in such a short time (Internet, smartphone, driving Myrtle & son out, etc.)! That was also unexpected, but a truly welcome lift to my spirit.

Meanwhile, no sign of Deek and doggies still; I expect they’ll show up tomorrow or Friday, for his “advancement.” Then disappear for parts unknown, again. Unless he has a change of heart, which I really hope will happen. Every time he drops by, before stepping out I set up the doggy box that they love to play in, and keep the door ajar, just in case he lets them visit…and, if so, they can dash right up the stairs and into my hovel before I even get back.

Last few times, though, I’ve returned home pupless, and placed the box back in the corner, upright and empty.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Team Youtube came through for me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 17, 2021 2:53 PM

My video in question is now back up, because they concluded the strike was in error. I don’t envy the person or people who had to look into this, as that video is one of my narrations, an hour and ten minutes long. So I’m back to ZERO strikes…huzzah! Side note:

Have you noticed lately, that every nasty thing that’s happened to me in the last few months, has eventually turned out in my favor? The Deek/pups issue is simply a longer-term challenge that I’m sure will also be happily resolved. In fact, all these other victories (albeit minor in comparison, for the most part) also serve to reassure me re. the doggies.

P.S.: I should frame this and hang it on my door! Dammit, I don’t have a working printer any more…as I just thought it would be fun to REALLY do that, placing it on the OUTSIDE of my door for everyone to see, who strolls by. That would be kinda hilarious.

Click here for a larger view.

Re: Team Youtube came through for me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2021 10:07 AM

> I’ll print it and mail it to you, if you like!

Well okay, I’ll take you up on that. 5×7 inches will do the trick. Then I’ll march over to UPS and have it laminated…punch a hole in the middle top and “voila!” Such an obscure thing to tack to my door, I love it. More good news:

WELL OVER 2,000 LIKES OVERNIGHT for that silly meme I crossposted to Reddit’s antinatalist sub…unheard of! It was not only NOT my creation, but an awfully dumb meme to begin with.

Lots of great comments piling up, as well. Someone even gave me a “hugz” award in that thread. I was able to thank him or her, but it does not reveal if it was in response to my OP, or some comment. So I guess it shall forever remain a mystery.

And now I have 105 likes for my posting Harvey Winston’s outspoken condemnation of anti-vaxxers!

The latest remark was: “Well hot fucking damn! Someone else out there in the ether understands what I’ve been banging on about for months now! Now I’m feeling vindicated! I’m also bookmarking this article.”

Kudos to Harvey, eh?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek Update – Vast Improvement but w/Grief in the Mix
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2021 3:11 PM

Showed up below my window with the pups, around 11AM. Asked for dog food, water for the doggies, and a cup of root beer and a cigarette for him…plus his allowance and that fukkin-heavy speaker. So I knew right away he did not intend to have the pooches visit me, else he wouldn’t have included the dog foot bit. Nonetheless, our meetup was OUTSTANDING, for the following reasons:

1. He actually was not in any rush to depart, after receiving the goods; instead, we lingered for over a half hour, talking about this and that.

2. He actually LISTENED carefully and calmly to everything I said…absolutely ZERO PERCENT DRAMA. The kind of heartfelt, friendly talks we SHOULD have been having all along! But look at how many YEARS it took to finally get there.

3. HE FINALLY GOT HIS COVID-19 VACCINATION IN FULL! The J&J variant. I gave him a hearty congrats, and he was eager to show me his card. Which I took in order to laminate, as well as take a pic and save it in my Deek folder. Watch it all here (1 min.):

4. Boulevard Joe showed up, and gave us the dirt about Hohokum smoke shop’s criminal activities. Check it out (18 secs.)

I think he said “porn” right before “escort service.” At any rate, further mention of Hohokum ensued between myself and Deek later on (1.5 mins.):

6. This was our first extended conversation that made it clear to me he listens to and respects everything I tell him. My prayers ARE being answered, including that he get vaccinated, and that his bipolar mood swings subside. Last prayer to be answered is that he resume the pups’ visits, not just occasionally, but often. Though it was sad to see them go, with Flaco tugging on the leash to be with me, and her looking back as they departed. Here is a clip of my appeal to resume the dog’s stay-overs (46 secs.):

I made a second appeal some time later, but I still have to dig it out from the recording.

Here is my sad goodbye to Flaco before they took off (2 mins.):

I shot the video with my pen camera, and have yet to figure out which parts to splice out as highlights to patch together and upload to Youtube. It will probably take me another two hours to work it all out. Maybe I’ll just run the whole thing, after removing that useless portion when I return hovel to pick up his drink and speaker on a second run.

Actually, when I said “last prayer” I meant the major ones as they apply to his present, houseless circumstances. Of course, there are the additional prayers of his finding decent accommodations, and expanding his world beyond his street exploits.

While I was grieved over yet one more week minus Lucky & Flaco’s dear company, I reflected upon all the good things that DID come out of this latest conversation, before posting them to you. And my conclusion is most optimistic: IT’S A STUPENDOUSLY GOOD SIGN!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Breakthrough Meetup with Deek! [my latest video – 27 mins.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’ Mailing List
Date: June 18, 2021 5:17 PM

Our latest meetup was extraordinary, just happened this morning! Instead of wanting to rush off after picking up a fresh supply of dog food, his weekly allowance, etc., Deek lingered so we could have a nice long talk about this and that. Which lasted for almost an entire half hour! Absolutely NO bipolar mood-swing drama, he listened to me intently and, best of all: HE GOT HIS COVID-19 VACCINE, after talking so many months’ bullshit about avoiding it! So he IS listening to everything I’ve told him, after all. Sadly, he still chooses to not have the pups visit me, which has been going on for almost three weeks now. But I think, after showing such a leap in maturity, he will soon come to his senses and see what a good thing it is, to allow me to provide the darling doggies sanctuary on a frequent basis, once more. I shot this video with my pen camera, so please bear with the jumpiness and less-than-focused direction, that I get with my spyglasses. Still, all conversation was documented. The pen records in 5-minute segments, some of which parts I eliminated…though this time I did NOT break them up with “next clip” inserts, as they seem to make the audio and video alignment go askew.

Re: Printout…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’ Mailing List
Date: June 19, 2021 12:15 AM

> …on its way to you today. Two size choices!

Can’t wait, thanks! It really marks a victory in my life, during this most incredible chapter filled with victories…though to others who walk by, it will appear trivial. They have NO idea of the momentous stories around that printout, which has become a part of my Brindlekin Tales! Heck, hardly a one in the building knows of my confrontations with Myrtle & son, and his punk friends…except the building manager and my quasi-fascist neighbor down the hallway, to whom I included a link to that “Trouble at the Gate” video in a most revealing email. Our paths have crossed a couple of times since, and he reveals not a CLUE how he’s taken it…just walks by quickly with a dismissive wave of the hand.

The video I just uploaded (and posted the link on the MCN lists) is almost a half hour long, but one of great value, because of the conversation therein. Sad to see he intends to keep the pups from visiting me ever again; he’s talking about returning to Louisiana, straightening things out with his son, etc. But I think he’s just playing the manly man. Anyway, Flaco sat beside me on the sidewalk, with a proud demeanor as my guardian, looking at me with such appreciation. Like she knows what I’m going through, and is loving me back for my regard. We are true friends!

Lucky sat nearby and watched us with a happy spirit…not bothering to compete for my affection, but delighted to see his sister’s joy, so in no way was he going to interrupt. He’s incredibly kind to her! You’ve seen how, when they play-fight atop the blankets, he bites her THROUGH a blanket, so as not to cause any hurt with those sharp little teeth. And how, when she’s moody and softly growls at him, he immediately jumps back and tilts his head most attentively, as if to make it clear he’s just playing. Though it is SO funny, whenever he ambush-jumps to grab her hind leg or tail and start tugging!

Soon as I stood up to return hovel, off she went with me in a dash. But of course I gently restrained her, and directed her to Deek, saying a couple of times, “I’m sorry.” Deek took the leash from my hand and strolled off with them, said, “They’ll be alright.” No concern whatsoever for the depth and wonder of my amity with the doggies, especially as regards Flaco’s incredible attentiveness towards me. She is SO ready to express her appreciation in every way she can, but sadly, that offends Deek. He has NO concept of just what remarkable brindlekin they are!

Before entering the gate, I just had to look back at them crossing the street…and saw Flaco turn her head towards me, and tug a bit on the leash, in hopes that Deek would have a change of heart. But naturally, he did not…so Flaco turned forward to continue her walk beside Lucky, and behind Deek and the cart. What choice did she have?

Remember, months ago, when Flaco had followed me hovel across the street, without either Deek or myself aware of that…until the moment I opened the gate, she dashed between my legs and into the lobby? She’s ALWAYS wanted to be with me from day one!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: The Lumpy Red Blotch on the Back of My Hand (by Zeke Krahlin)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 22, 2021 5:47 PM

So this morning I woke up (as usual, thank Herod), performed my minimalist ablutionary ritual of a quick dump, 20-second alcohol/gel hand cleansing, a quick shave o’ the ol’ mug with a 5-blade disposable razor that I make last until I bleed a month or so later, and, finally, crawl on down to Rosenberg’s around the corner for my indispensable java, freshly brewed. Always of good cheer no matter what (with the “what” meaning my prayers for the pups), because I know everyone has or has had tragedies in their own life, so it’s a really nice thing to be a light in their lives, even if just a brief spark in their day.

Once hovel, I added a dollop of raw honey and two packets of Sweet ‘N Low to the coffee, then sat myself at the workstation to do a little research on using the Tor browser, which I had just downloaded. Once midway through my beverage, I noticed a small, irregular dark-red blob on the back of my right hand.

“Uh-oh, this wasn’t there yesterday,” I thought. The fear of melanoma welled up in my mind, as that’s something I’m SUPPOSED to worry about at this decrepit decade of my life.

I touched it gingerly and, seeing as no pain or pus-gushing ensued, I pressed a tad firmer to discover I could move it around! With that, I dabbed a spot of saliva on the clot, wiped it completely clean, then licked it off my finger to see whether or not it tasted bloody or foul. Nope! It was a dab of Cholula Original Hot Sauce from yesterday evening, that I enjoyed with my Tillamook Extra Sharp Cheddar Cheese and a small bowl of Lay’s Classic Potato Chips. The tongue never lies! Speaking of potato chips:

I rarely imbibe, but once in a blue moon I crave them like a cow to a salt lick. I’ve tried the ridged and kettle varieties, but they just don’t cut the mustard for me. Too crunchy and stabby for this old mouth with crumbling ivories! Gimme those fragile, thin, almost-melt-in-your-mouth chips that go so well with a hot pepper condiment and a few slices of cheese and some diet root beer any old day. For both the appealing texture on the taste buds, as well as all that savory zing, quenched by a chilled soda of old fashioned birth!

So yesterday I tried to register an online account with Social Security for the SECOND time in three months, yet failed again. It all started when I got my first cell service and a new phone number to go with it. Of course, within a few days of acquiring my Tracfone, it occurred to me to let them know my new number (which for some stupid reason I’m very proud of). Went online to find their page where I could register, so plodded through the gauntlet of filling out the requisite personal info and, once I was done, the Soc Sec Bot told me my activation code would arrive in the mail within three to four weeks. And, with that one-time code, I could complete my registration.

Almost six weeks had passed with nary a letter, so I decided to try again, filled out the form like before, whereby I’d have to wait yet ANOTHER three to four weeks (or longer, maybe even for all eternity) for the code to arrive. Two weeks later, a letter from Social Security DID show up in my mailbox, whereby I eagerly opened it to discover the activation code. So I swiftly returned upstairs to key it in, but guess what:

THEY REJECTED IT! Which sorry result made me conclude that this was actually the FIRST activation code, which had been canceled by my filling out their form a second time. So once more I waited, and waited…but not TOO long, as it arrived in just under three weeks this time around. Which was yesterday. So I rushed back hovel to key in THIS code, hoping with all my heart that it would finally be a worthy sacrifice to their god (or goddess, as this Age of Aquarius is supposed to be matriarchal, I hear tell), whereby he or she (or IT) would devour it in his or her (or IT’s) maw with a gluttonous satisfaction.

But I first had to go through all over again, filling out my personal information, including three security questions, some of which didn’t apply to my world. Such as: “What was the make and model of your first car,” “What street were you living on at the age of three,” and “Who was your best friend during childhood?”

I never even OWNED a car, so the first question was clearly OUT of the question. As for the delicate age of three: my mom said the family moved from Brooklyn to the suburbs of North Massapequa right when I was that age…so the street could have been EITHER Monroe Street or Shawnee Drive. But I thought:

“Is this a trick question? Do they actually KNOW the answer to that, or THINK they know, and want to catch me in a lie?”

As for question #3: I didn’t HAVE any best friend back then, nor have I EVER had a “bestie” through my entire life! Should I lie about that, too, and say “John Knopf” or “Pauline Miratello?” One lived right behind my house, and the other three doors down the street. But they weren’t so much best friends as others I was forced to live among, with whom I was begrudgingly amicable (just as I was to my parents). There was also my faux cousin “Helen-Ann,” who grossed me out one day when I was eleven, by asking me to peel the skin off her sunburned shoulders.

Well, I finally got through all that (as painful a process as that was) and tapped in my NEW activation number, and guess what:

THEY REJECTED ME AGAIN! So I carefully reread that number in the mail and compared it to the one I had typed, to discover that the last number, a nine, could not be added in! So it looked to me like their online form would only accept five digits instead of the six I was allotted. But upon closer inspection, I discovered that the first digit was preceded by a space. Once having corrected that, I was able to tap in that nine, and they DID accept the number and “voila!” I was activated. But that isn’t the end of the story:

I had to click through one more thing, which was a button entitled something like “accept” or “done” or “process.” So I did just that, only to result in a rejection that stated “you are not recognized in our database.” The nerve!

And to think all I wanted to do in the first place, was give them my new phone number. Now I’m worried that my two failed attempts may have set off their FRAUD ALERT bot!

And that, Wattson, wouldn’t be (to quote Martha Stewart) “a good thing” at all.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I remember when filling out the form, they preceded it with a statement that they will do a simple credit check, to verify I’m the person I say I am. By “simple” they meant they wouldn’t rifle through all the gory details, but just see if it made a match with some of the info I already gave them. Now get this: nowhere in the form could you type in your CC number, which I would have gladly done, though it’s actually a debit card. Which, for all my purchasing needs, has always worked just LIKE a credit card. So THAT is why they didn’t accept my registration: I’VE NEVER HAD A CREDIT CARD! And their database does NOT include debit card numbers. To add insult to injury:

After that rejection, they suggested I register with a non-government service that takes all your most personal information and adds it to their database, so you can use THAT as a handy all-in-one solution for registering with gov’t and other priority services. Yet this particular service (called something like “MyID”) has a lousy customer rating, and the Social Security form added that they are NOT responsible for whatever this third-party company does with my information! Are we having fun yet?

Re: The Lumpy Red Blotch on the Back of My Hand (by Zeke Krahlin) PUPS ARE BACK!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: June 23, 2021 12:12 AM

> Great about the non-melanoma.

At our age, we’re often more grateful for what we DON’T have, than for what we do.

> Bummer about the rejected code! Cheeses K. Reist, but they love to pile on the frustration. I think they hope we’ll just blow a gasket, keel over dead, and quit bothering them.

Bodhisattva mischief. Just more psychological tweaking to get me over any dark mood that may strike, ASAP.


They’re here right now, lying on the cot in utter bliss. Deek showed up 15 minutes ago, said I can have the dogs for the night, he’s gonna ride his bike all over the place. I thanked him profusely, said they’ll just love it, as I will too, we’re gonna have a great night, and I hope he does as well.

They went WILD at the gate, dying to step in; I dropped the keys and they could barely control themselves. Flung open the gate, then the doors…they literally yanked me up the stairs, where I stopped them both, in order to unleash them. First Flaco, then Lucky. I had already set up the box for them to run in, and the door ajar, before stepping out…HOPING of course, they’d visit tonight. And…I GOT MY PRAYER ANSWERED!

I wish you could see how happy they were to return, if only I had a camera running. Flaco went RIGHT for the box (an extra large one she hadn’t seen yet), and started digging like a maniac…I think it brings her great pleasure, just doing that. Group hugs all around, so much kindness, love and joy!

And soon I shall join them snug atop the sky-blue, fluffy sleeping bags. I’m sure I’ll have very nice dreams, but no dream, no matter how wonderful, could ever TOUCH the bliss of their lying beside me, breathing their little doggie sighs of contentment, and twitching their chunky legs and paws in deep slumber in their OWN world of puppy-dog dreams.

Deek said he’ll return in the morning to pick them up. Fine with me; I am delighted he’s brought them back, even if just for a night. For there will be many more great stay-overs to come, I’m sure. For Deek has changed for the better, I can see it all over him. He asked if I could give him a few bills, that would be really nice. So I said okay, and ran back hovel to grab a fiver. But no, the smallest bill was a sawbuck.

“Lucky you,” I said upon returning, as the pooches patiently waited for me to bring them inside. “I was planning to give you five, but all I had was this instead.”

He grinned, handed me a heavy jacket and a metal dog bowl to keep for him overnight..then off we went one way, and he, the other. I was glad to express my gratitude with a boisterous spirit, as that will reinforce a more positive perspective in his psyche…keep him going in the right direction. Jungian therapy all the way!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Here they are, at rest!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’ Mailing List
Date: June 23, 2021 8:45 AM

Just got up, took this little video (16 secs.):

Nothing special about this video, except that Deek has kept the pups from visiting me for a LONG time (almost three weeks). But he’s gotten over whatever angst he had, and they’re now with me again for the night. It’s now morning, around 7:30 AM, and here they are enjoying a well deserved break from the streets.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Just curious
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: June 24, 2021 9:45 AM

On Tue, 22 Jun 2021 14:43 Kenan Blau posted:

> How about the 600,000 dead people who didn’t get the chance to get vaccinated

They are angels of death, so consider that a victory. They’ll make up excuses such as “they were old people ready to die anyway,” or “they were useless eaters such as the disabled, blacks, immigrants, progressives, gays and Jews.” This is the new Nazi movement. People need to wake up; they’re already using COVID-19 as a bioweapon against the noble opposition, by showing up unvaccinated at their gatherings and marches. Fortunately, this will all backfire, as they themselves will die off in MUCH greater numbers. For obvious reasons.

Those who think people like Ruby Vinegar, Peggy-Lee Gish and Alvin Hock are simply ill informed and caught up in the nonsense (rather than intentional vectors of death and misery) are fooling themselves. That is just a tactic to weaken the resistance. Ms. Vinegar’s snarky choice of subject title “Just curious” tells me all I need to know about her REAL intentions. Don’t you think it peculiar that these snakes in the grass pose as “progressives,” “liberals” or “Democrats” while siding in FULL FORCE with right-wing ideology, in the matter of anti-vax conspiracy?

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Just curious
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: June 24, 2021 9:56 AM

On Tue, 22 Jun 2021 15:58 Ladye Birdsong squoinked:

> Because it’s easier to shoot the messenger than cope with threatening ideas. The Thought Police have no place in the public debate of important issues.

Oh, I get it, now anti-vaxxers are accusing anyone who tries to correct their dangerously erroneous conspiracies of being “thought police.” Your double-digit IQ impresses no one, Ms. Birdsquawk. BTW:

Did YOU get vaccinated yet? There’s still time, you know, but the window is rapidly closing. Because the Delta Variant will soon be upon us, and those who aren’t vaccinated will be in real danger of contracting this DEADLIER and MORE SEVERE virus. Seeing as these current vaccines are likely to have excellent resistance to the impact of the next wave to hit. But it takes a full THREE weeks after your second shot, for the vaccine to kick into high gear.

Re: A very touching dog rescue.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2021 10:07 PM

> And then that joyful shake!!!

And that gentle groan of exasperation and relief.

> How did your night with the doggies go??

WONDERFUL! Attached is a pic of them sleeping in, after a lovely night. They loved their visit, as usual, and slept like logs, their little paws drooping in the air from twitchy forelegs, bellies exposed in utter trust, and hind legs spread out.

Deek showed up around 2 PM. It was an amicable meetup, except right at the end when he made some offensive remark. To which I responded: “I don’t wanna hear it. You just can’t have a friendly few moments without coming up with something nasty to say. I’m going now, God bless you all, I hope you have a great day. And thanks again for trusting me with the pups.”

He then said thank-you, and wished me a good day, as well. And I stepped inside with one last glance at the sweet doggies. Though when he showed up to collect the dogs, he asked me if I got that $600 yet, that Newsom just gave out. I told him no, and I haven’t heard anything about another stimulus check. He said “all his friends” just got theirs, so he figured to ask me.

So I told him wait, let me check. Searched the web and found nothing, nor was there a deposit to my account. I did read one article, where some folks who never GOT their CA stimulus some months back, are getting them now. But that’s all I could make of it, and I returned downstairs to explain all that to Deek.

“Don’t worry, if I’m gonna get extra money from the government again, you’ll get half, as usual. But I suspect your ‘friends’ are collecting theirs late.”

He didn’t whine about it, in fact, just dropped it politely…which is quite an improvement. He’s due to show up tomorrow for his weekly allowance, so let’s see how things unfold. I certainly HOPE he’ll resume letting Flaco & Lucky stay over more frequently, as he has in the past. But since I’ve played all my cards, I’m now totally dependent on his decisions which, I hope, will be based on the important advice I’ve given him in recent months. At this point, I see no sense in repeating myself, laying down the same old cards.

I’ve played out my hand as best I could…the outcome no longer lies with the cards, but in the stars. Artemis bless ALL the canine critters in this world! I sent you a little something in the mail; it should arrive any day now.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Around a week ago, I dumped my dozens of pics of the mutts into the wallpaper folder, and got rid of any other images. I have them set to randomly change every 10 minutes. I’m deep in dog coo!

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2021 10:24 PM

Deek just showed up, called to my window, asked for his allowance and invited me to have the pups over again. So I set up the box for Flaco to run right into, should she so desire…and of course left the door ajar so she could do just that, before running downstairs.

And there they were, leashed as always to the cart, ears alert with eager spirit to greet me once again: slobbery kisses and love bites. As I handed Deek the moolah, he reminded me to not let any bugs get in their food or water, or chemicals. And that they’re for me to ENJOY their company (as opposed to running away with them).

I said, “Aye, aye, captain. You know how much I love them, I guard them with my life and treat them like the angels they are.”

They were just bursting with love and kindness to be with me again, group hugs all around, ducky treats…then off to puppy dreamland they went, cozy as bugs in a rug. Lucky made a huge deal with preparing his nest, plumping it here, fluffing it there, snatching parts between his tiny jaws, setting the blankets up, and one jacket just so, with decisive snorts…before he finally plopped right down with a doggie grunt of comfort.

Before she zonked out for the night, I told Flaco “come here” as I half-reclined at the opposite end of the cot. She looked at me with ears perked up like the most wonderful thing in the universe just happened: an invite to cuddle up with me! So she swiftly clambered over Lucky, and plunked herself firmly by my side with a loving pressure. While intently gazing at Lucky with a cautious eye, to be sure he wouldn’t usurp her throne: resting by her paws was the most she’d allow. Not that Flaco was mean about it, in any way…she was just PROUD to be the one to guard me from all danger!

But Lucky wasn’t the least bit nonplussed over Flaco’s charade, being the kind brother he is. For his happiness so much depends on hers, first.

Now wasn’t it just moments ago I had prayed to Artemis for all the pups in the world, and reflected upon Deek’s turning a new leaf, with a sincere wish to have the dogs hovel more often? In fact, good doctor, he appeared on the sidewalk below within MINUTES after sending off my last missive to you!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2021 2:15 PM

…IS the important lesson.

Deek finally showed up to pick up the doggies, just a few moments ago. Lucky was NOT interested in eating breakfast, until right after I donned their leashes and was ready to bring them downstairs. So I left them upstairs to allow Lucky the few minutes it takes to eat his meal, and just brought Deek a fresh supply of kibble and canned food. Told him they’ll be down shortly, as Lucky decided to nosh at the last moment.

He then said, “Shhh! Everybody hears you!”

I replied (in a calm voice throughout) that no, they do not. Besides, it is YOU who made all our affairs public by broadcasting lies about me. Thanks to you EVERYone in the Castro knows I help take care of your pups. Besides which, YOU have made false accusations against me several times and in front of other street people. Which creates animosity towards me, and places my life in danger. So get off your high horse.

“I never did no such thing,” he retorted.

I told him then: you need to own up to your wrongs, but nonetheless it is extraordinary how you trust me with your dogs so much, and I credit you with many OTHER good things, in spite of your almost constant insults and badmouthing me before others.

“Alright, alright,” he responded. “Thanks for all the good things you do.”

I then returned hovel to deliver the dogs to him, and gave Flaco extra hugs because I could see how much she wanted to return upstairs.

The best approach at this stage is (I concluded) to just not allow Deek’s insults to get to me. Seeing as they are far fewer and between than ever…as well as less extreme. Plus, it’s bad for my own state of mind to do otherwise. He has made GREAT strides regardless, such that he’s a DIFFERENT and BETTER person, compared to the recent past. And it will only get better. I asked him how his own little vacation went, while I sat the dogs, and he actually said with a smile, “really nice,” instead of his usual snarky whine or shrug of the shoulders.

The ending of Flaco’s last cycle of false pregnancy about three weeks ago seems to have been the turning point. I guess because he finally knew for certain, that I did NOT accidentally get her inseminated. And from my perspective, it showed me HE did not allow her to get pregnant, either.

Lucky woke me early this morning, because he started to puke again. Though this time it was only twice, and very little…as well as a cinch to clean up. After his first upchuck, I knew I had to move really fast to get them outside, as Lucky was nervously pacing the floor and kept standing up to gaze out the window: his way of telling me he needs to do his thing. But I had to do MY thing first, so unfortunately he had to wait longer than either of us wanted.

Upon returning several minutes later, I saw he had puked again…but not anywhere on the floor; it was on a sheet of newspaper near the sink. Which was unexpected, because he usually chooses to vomit near the window, the furthest distance from my cot. He’s a smart and thoughtful (and impeccably neat) little pup!

Then I had to put my shoes on, don a jacket and hat, snatch up several poop bags, and put their collars and leashes back on. The dogs are so patient!

Finally, we stepped out and Lucky immediately expelled a generous glob of yellow-brown diarrhea right beside the Platanus acerifolia out front. I just left it there, because you CAN’T use poop bags on puddles.

Then, a minute later on the corner of Noe & 16th, he released another glob, though of lesser quantity thank Zeus. I was about to return the poop bag to my pocket, when this crew-cut jock walked by, obviously on his way to Fitness SF, as indicated by the athletic duffel sack swinging from a shoulder. So I decided to stand around with the poop bag hanging from my fingers, until he got a good distance away. I didn’t want him to witness my leaving the feces on the sidewalk, because I know how catty Castro queers can be. Once I saw him start to cross Market, I then shoved the poop bag back into my jacket and moved on. But wouldn’t you know, Wattson:

Within seconds I heard him holler, “Pick up that dog shit!” from the far corner, with a stereotypical, whiny-nasal gay timbre to his voice. So I shouted back: “I can’t, it’s diarrhea!” Of course he didn’t apologize, but just entered the gym. Meanwhile, I reached the nearby newspaper rack, extracted a free printout, and returned to Lucky’s second plop to cover it with a folded sheet of the Bay Area Reporter, the most popular and widely distributed LGBT newspaper in all the world.

This is what I mean by San Franciscan rudeness: most people go out of their way to be snotty or downright vile. Look at all the hatred flung at me for my many, kind and brave deeds to spare the lives of two, darling mutts! Hardly a one commends me.

But the solution is not to let this get to me, and instead, keep my eye on the prize, not the obstacles. For these obstacles lie within my own mind, that is: I am free to choose whether or not to allow them to block me from achieving my goals. Besides, dwelling on the hostility of others only serves to sour my world and ruin my day. And Deek, my main bodhisattva in this chapter of my life, is obviously my greatest teacher in this matter.

The recent curtailing of his attacks upon yours truly indicates that this particular lesson is almost accomplished. Much to my relief. Were it not for my love of Flaco & Lucky, I would NEVER have persevered. I thus conjecture that THAT is the precise REASON for Deek bringing them into my life. Well, in addition to showering me with so much love. Meanwhile:

Another nuisance I forgot to mention about the Hohokum smoke shop punks, is they toss firecrackers out the door late at night, every now and then. They did it last night, upsetting both the dogs and myself. And I wonder why the building manager looks away from their many offenses. Hence, I speculate:

Did Kevin’s quasi-reconciliation with me come from a wish not to have his possible “cozy” situation with Hohokum exposed? That is: could he be involved with their illegal escapades more deeply than I realize? And could this also tie in with the nasty behavior of Myrtle & son, with whom Kevin sided for a time?

At any rate, as I was bringing myself and the pups hovel, I crossed paths with Kevin, outside the front gate. He was friendly enough to the doggies, and myself, noting Flaco’s barking at the folks entering and leaving the Super Duper burger shop. “They don’t even know WHAT they’re barking at!” he exclaimed. So I corrected him:

“No, she smells all that good food, and is demanding they share some with her.”

He laughed at that, said “Well who can blame them?” We then wished each other a nice afternoon, then off we went our separate ways. The best part of my day (when the pooches are visiting) is when I release them halfway up the stairs, to wildly dash to my room…and, if the door is locked, watch them run madly up and down the hallways, play-fighting/tumbling with each other. They absolutely love it! But when I DO leave the door ajar, they scoot directly inside, jump on the bedding and wrestle with each other in canine glee.

To think unbounded joy could grace my hovel after so many years of a rather difficult residency, is simply astounding. But there it is.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Texting with Wattson – 6/25/21

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Voice recording #1 (by Zeke): “One with the teeth, the other with the tongue.”

Voice recording #2 (by Wattson): “It’s a dog’s life.”

Mystery box video

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Re: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2021 3:36 PM

> A good report, all in all.

Far less antagonism than what has been his usual behavior until recently. He also shows up much cleaner these days. Most outstanding was when he informed me he got vaccinated, and even went so far as to SHOW me his card. Which is now laminated, but I keep forgetting to show him. But also: never ONCE have I seen the pups less than immaculate and in good health, whenever Deek brings them over. And they’re ALWAYS incredibly cheerful. So that ALSO is to his credit.

> I’m loving the pics of the doggies; some of them are true prize-winners.

I’m sure there are tons more superb stills buried within my plethora of doggy videos. Can’t wait to start going through them!

> And oh, you sneaky sonofagun! I just popped in the wee SD card that arrived with Christmas wishes yesterday, and WOW!!!!

I found two boxes of those Xmas cards on the back porch, and realized they’ll come in useful. Another bonus of Myrtle & son’s timely departure. Along with four lovely, transparent, frosted-green bowls. And a ceramic kitchen knife. See attachment.

> A veritable cornucopia of Gene Wolfe, including Island of Dr. Death (and Death of Dr. island) and more, more, more!!!!!!

I even included a standalone epub reader on that chip. So everything can be read off that card, on ANY Windoze system. Enjoy!

– Zeke

P.S.: I miss the pooches already, their sweetness is unsurpassable.

Re: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2021 9:25 PM

Speaking of not letting things get to me:

THIS crowd below my window Friday and Saturday nights, starting around 8 and going until 1 AM or later:

Post vaccination, so many denizens are dying to hang out at that stupid gay bar down the street. As if it were anything special, BUT IT’S SNOT (typo intended)! SO MUCH NOISE happens in front of my building, for countless different reasons; it’s UNBELIEVABLE! This corner is like a cacophony vortex. Always has been, long as I can remember.

P.S.: Doesn’t help when an outdoor grill is set up right below my window! It was the sizzling and charred odor that alerted me to this additional nuisance.

The Final Chapter (part 13)

June 12, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17m]

Subject: Bigger Box, Bigger Fun [my latest video – 1 min.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: June 2, 2021 10:58 AM

Canine lebensraum!

Re: SF to spend $1,000,000,000 on the homeless for the next two years!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 2, 2021 1:16 PM

> Good strategy!

The strategy is not mine if I didn’t set it up that way in the first place! Which I didn’t. It’s Deek’s own drama-queen public displays that get all the credit. If I want to continue reaching out to the pups, I very much need Deek in my world, of course. In which case I have NO option to hide my business with him from the local houseless. I’m an open book whether I like it or not. At first, I didn’t…but now I see the wisdom in the way things are playing out.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Well guess who’s back…Arwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 2, 2021 1:41 PM

> Possible they know each other already?

According to my Bodhisattva Premise, indeed they do! And explains why Deek never fails to retort (whenever I mention Arwyn): “I’ve never met the guy, you’re making this all up.” IOW he wouldn’t be so eager to negate me, were this not a clever setup. As you know, Wattson, I’ve brought this up many times before. All the world’s a stage, and I’m the star dupe. But a happy one, even for that.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 2, 2021 11:02 PM

> I like this a lot.

Thank you, good physician! If one believes in God, and that if he or she is a LOVING God, then my Bodhisattva Premise (a.k.a. “NeoPositivity”) is the only theory that fits like a glove.

So Deek dropped by two hours ago to pick up the pups. But he also discussed further, his frustrations with HOT (Homeless Outreach Team): how they keep brushing him off. I told him that a billion dollars will soon be applied to resolving the homeless issue in SF, “so just hang in there. Don’t let any setback ruin your day. I’m very impressed with your persistence, and that you won’t settle for any old offer that comes along, that seems grossly inadequate. Things WILL open up for you.”

He wasn’t depressed over it, just talked matter-of-fact. Deek has changed…for the better. I reminded him that he has something far better than anyone else: those two wonderful doggies, Flaco & Wiley. He agreed, said they’ll be with him the rest of his life. I also thanked him for allowing me the wonderful company of his pooches, and for giving them a luxurious break from the street scene. I think he was heartened by my encouraging praise for his diligence. He is off to a good start, a new start! And so am I.

Earlier today, I approached the front gate with the pups, right when the building manager had also arrived. He held the door open for us, and kindly remarked: “They don’t bark any more!”

I told him that it just took them longer to adapt, because this pandemic made encounters with other people in the hallway less frequent than usual. The only thing now is, they’ll bark at any dog they see inside, because they run into that situation rarely, maybe once every other month.

The mutts were totally silent all the while, patiently waiting for me to end the conversation and return hovel. Upon activating my Moto E 2020, I found an email from It contained the instructions of what equipment to send back, with a bar code to show UPS, which they’ll convert into a shipping label, to deliver my package back to Chronic headquarters in Santa Roja. I kept the original box it came in, so packaging the items was a cinch. Everything’s ready to go for tomorrow morning, when I’ll step into the UPS store down the block. What a relief!

I am SO delighted about my Xfinity service, AND the Moto device w/Tracfone unlimited! As I am for this sea change in Deek’s attitude. With Arwyn lurking in the wings, ready to appear onstage at any moment. I just hope I get my lines right…I don’t think I have a prompter.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I just uploaded a 13-minute video called “Blanket War,” and it’s an exquisite study of how well Flaco & Lucky play together. And what a good sport Lucky is to his sister..and ME! A lovely little piece of video vérité; a treasure to behold!

P.P.S.: When is this trilogy gonna end? The Final Chapter of book 3 is already up to part 12, or the letter L! Will it extend to Z and beyond? If so, what symbols will I use in place of the alphabet? EBCDIC? My geeky readers would love that! At any rate, this awesome trilogy can NOT end on any note other than a jubilant one. So plod on I will, no matter how many parts of “The Final Chapter” it takes! That woman who kept adding on to the Winchester Mystery House had nothing over me!

Subject: Of course…the pups stay overnight with Arwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 3, 2021 2:56 PM

Why didn’t I think of that sooner, Wattson? Seeing as I’ve concluded a long time ago that Deek and he KNOW each other (while pretending not to), I should’ve come to that conclusion well before today. They ALL live together…where, I do not know. Though I’m sure it’s somewhere in the Castro. Now get this, Wattson:

Deek’s cousin, Dominic, KNOWS about Arwyn, yet insists they don’t hang out together, or have anything to do with each other. Yet reports come in to me now and then, of seeing the two walking together in friendly conversation. I’ve even TOLD Deek that, since he doubts Arwyn’s very existence, just ask his cousin if he’s real or not. His reply?

“Oh, I hardly see Dominic any more.”

Another curious thing about Deek, is he NEVER lets me take strolls with him, or hang out anywhere else but beside my building or just across the street…and even then it’s never more than a short while. The rare times I’ve attempted to accompany him on a walk, he grew upset and demanded to be left alone, as if I were stalking him. Naturally, I wrote this off to his excessive sense of independence, and wanting to keep his street life separate from his “Zeke life.” But his estrangement may serve a different purpose, after all:

DEEK, DOMINIC AND ARWYN ARE ALL IN ON THIS TOGETHER! And my spending more time with him–especially in other locales–would risk exposing their little secret. As for my seeing Deek and pups sleeping on the sidewalk, once in a blue moon:

Being one of my chief bodhisattva guardians these days, he sets up moments now and then, for me to stumble upon him at night, crashed out. Thus making his character as a vagrant that much more convincing. (Besides which, considering his spiritual nature, he and the pups can GO anywhere, BE anywhere, even in the most dangerous neighborhoods, and STILL be perfectly safe.) And there is NO WAY I can uncover this dupe without his willing to do just that. He has me over a barrel…they all do (meaning Arwyn and Dominic as well), until said time the revelation is exposed. Will it happen very soon? I believe so. My conjecture as to just WHEN that will be, is definitely some time this year.

But my more specific predictions as to WHICH month or special day, have apparently been premature. Now, with LGBT Pride Month beginning, and the actual March at the very end (June 30th), followed immediately by my birthday (July 1st), I have grown hopeful once again. ESPECIALLY in light of so many good things cropping up in my world, lately. Including Deek finally LETTING UP on one insult or threat after another, every time I turn around. IOW: time has come to end his role as tough taskmaster, now that I have learned to brush off The Gnats Of Angst so promptly.

In fact, I have become so blasé about perceived worst-case scenarios that will NEVER happen, that the attached pic of Lucky’s yawn says it all. And if THAT doesn’t grab ya, then Flaco’s lovely visage WILL. After all, it was she who told me (on that evening before Halloween last, which I have documented for posterity in the very first chapter of my Brindlekin Tales) that everything will be alright, I shall never lose her or Lucky. Or even Deek for that matter.

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Subject: Oh please.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 3, 2021 4:16 PM

Just checked my Chronic webmail for the last time, and THIS shows up. Gimme a break.

——– Original Message ——–

Subject: Want A Free Year of Chronic Internet ?
Date: 2021-06-02 17:03
From: Chronic Crew <>
To: <>

Would you like to get a free year of Chronic Internet? Refer your company
to Chronic and if they switch to an Enterprise-level service, you’ll get a
free year at home.

–end message

Meanwhile, I just had UPS ship back my Chronic installation kit. Attached is the receipt. I should mount it on a wall, like hunters do with moose heads.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: Perfect Centerfold Pic for a Gay Doggy Magazine!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 4, 2021 12:46 AM

What a hunk o’ love!

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Subject: Back on Amazon Prime!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 4, 2021 9:52 PM

I needed a cell number to do anything with it, so now I have it. And Prime costs me just $6.50/month thanks to a low income…who can turn THAT down? Nice to have so many good movies and books FREE to enjoy! And items I now order will arrive in just one or two days. Chronic ISP was costing me $72/month (including landline). Here are my monthly expenses now:

For a total of $28.49 per month, not including surcharges and fees for my phone and ISP. So let’s just tack another $20 onto that, and the grand total comes to $48.49. Eventually, Xfinity will be ten dollars each month, once the EBB ends. So let’s compare the final tally of $58.48 with Chronic’s $72, and you see how much I come out ahead!

I can also use my SNAP benefits to shop Whole Foods…keeping my fingers crossed that I will be eligible for well over $16/month in food stamps this time around! My conclusion?


Now for my smartphone update. I have THREE Android phones total, one with actual cell service…and an Android tablet. All of which I have upgraded to include the Google voice assistant (which I have hitherto disabled). Two problems, though:

Despite my having registered my Moto E with Google, it still sends alerts to all the OTHER three devices, but not the Moto E! And, as of three days ago, when I speak “Hey Google” into my Moto, my tablet responds instead. Well, it’s barely five feet away from me, so what should I expect? But none of my phones respond, and they’re much closer! So now, in order to have some PRIVACY with my Moto, I have to sneak into the closet and whisper.

Just kidding. At any rate, ALL my Android devices are good to go for stepping out. All I’ll need is wifi access to make calls with any of them via Google Voice. I have NO intention of bringing my Moto outside (on any regular basis), thus the other two serve me well. But considering my meager social life, I doubt I’ll ever have any use for GV, though it IS fun tinkering around.

Come Monday, I’m off to my bank to have them shut down my second account, which is for my GoFundMe Homeless Doggy project. GFM has proven to be a headache-and-a-half, what with sporadic rejection of my latest password, and not being able to contact support unless I’m logged in (so I have to create a new account I’ll never use, just to get in touch with them)! Enough with that. I’ll still keep my Amazon Doggy Wish List running for awhile longer. Though no one’s contributed to either account for at least four months. And I seem to be handling all expenses on my own now, anyway. Except for doggy jackets, which Deek seems to be careless about, “losing” them within a few days every time I present him with a new pair.

Nonetheless, the outreach from the MCN announcement list was AMAZING while it lasted…and I’ll be forever grateful for that!

Deek and pups showed up for a short while…and it was all drama free! After delivering him the 20-pound speaker, a disposable Bic razor, an “advancement” of Sunday’s $60 (well it’s Friday, so not too soon), water for the pups, cup of diet root beer soda and two cigarettes for him, and a fresh supply of dog food, we chatted a bit. Nothing special, but he was in good humor, as were the mutts. Sad, though, to see Flaco gaze upon me with her sweet, forlorn expression as I walked back hovel without her. She loves me so much! Not that Lucky doesn’t as well, but Flaco really gushes with sincerity and gratitude. NEVER misses a beat in saying “thank you” to me in so many ways.

Deek did make a point of thanking me for all I do…and this time, without a hint of sarcasm. Every day has been wonderful for me, since I got my second covid shot…just what did they REALLY put in that vaccine? I love so much arising bright and early, around 7 AM, sometimes earlier, and stepping out to Rosenberg’s for my coffee…and the little exchanges between myself and the clerk. Trivial but profound at the same time.

It is the pups that have turned me into a morning person par excellence! And as a result, I actually start YAWNING around 10 PM or so, and I REALLY get groggy if I’m still up an hour later. So I climb into bed with my Bluetooth keyboard for a remote, and watch some spooky movie on my large peripheral monitor. Which device I found on the back porch some two years ago, discarded by a resident preparing to move out. It’s not a cheap display by any means, but a high quality gamer’s screen of rather hefty weight. It’s a magnificent monitor, and you can see pics of it, and a review, here:

I think it sold for more than $300 when it first came out, but you can buy used ones now for a hundred dollars or less. Be that as it may, it’s one of the best freebies I’ve stumbled upon in my entire life! The only other item that comes close is an Osterizer blender I found in a free box around seven years ago. Though it probably dates back to the ’80s, it was in sparkling new condition! Whoever so kindly left it out, obviously took VERY good care of it all that time. It serves me especially well these days, as it does a fine job of grinding down the duck jerky treats into a coarse powder, so I can mix it in with the kibble and gravy mix, that Flaco & Lucky enjoy their meals so much more.

I often think about the good woman who left that blender for me to pick up…and say “thank you” in my mind. And I KNOW it was a woman, not a man, who most likely kept it in such a pristine condition. Attached is a pic of it sitting atop my magnificent magnetic induction hot plate, that has cooked up so many delicious, savory and healthy soups, stews, omelets, and sautéd veggies!

Though most days I’m without the pups’ dear company, I sense their constant presence in my heart. Sometimes I turn to the cot and expect to see them there, in blissful rest…especially at night, when the shadows and lumpy pile of sleeping bags play with my perception. They could be hiding beneath the covers! But I FEEL them right beside me, always, as I sit before the workstation and compose my doggy tales. Sometimes I inadvertently extend my left arm to pet them, only to remember they’re not really here. Or are they? Love is powerful. Especially when it’s a puppy’s. Or two.

And on that note I bid you a most restful evening, my dear Wattson!

– Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin-Holmes,
consulting queer detective extraordinaire

P.S.: Jebus Freaks March into The Castro (11 secs):

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Jebus Freaks March into The Castro [my latest video – 11 secs.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 4, 2021 11:20 PM

> I guarantee they’re not all heterosexual.

I didn’t say they were!

They define themselves as such, regardless. Or, at worst, celibate fags for the Lord. Then there are all those confused bisexuals in the mix. And according to Kinsey, 80% of the population is born naturally bisexual.

> What they have in common is arrogance and stupidity.

Still coming from the heterosexist mindset, regardless. They are the brave, the proud, hetero-SETCH-uals who will strike us queers down with their Mighty Rod of Aaron. (Freudian slip intended.)

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: My first incoming phone call EVER!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 5, 2021 12:25 PM

That was yesterday at 11:30 AM, and lasted for 10-1/2 minutes. Had NO idea who it was, but picked it up and answered anyway. It was someone from the Idrive support team, of all things. I’ve been having problems updating my account…first with changing my username (turns out you can’t, so I’m suck with using my email addie forever), my new email address, and my phone number. As regards those last two, that page insisted I create a new password to effect a change in anything else. This didn’t seem right to me, but I went ahead anyway.

As a result, I could no longer log into their web site, with EITHER password. So Idrive support went ahead and changed my email address for me…AFTER an email exchange with them, where a rep. said requiring a new password for any update on your account is an important security measure. NOT TRUE, as I recently discovered…and suspected all along.

But the same thing happened again a couple of weeks later (five days ago), when I attempted to replace my old phone number. So I opened another ticket, describing the same issue, and that I fear going through the glitch all over again, so decided to NOT update these digits until I hear from them. (Via email, as that’s all the communication I’ve ever had with them thus far.) I included the new number so we could skip a step, and they’d just key it in themselves. Long story short:

Turned out to be Firefox, as I could change my phone number without a hitch in Chrome…which is Idrive’s preferred browser anyway. Though Firefox should NOT have difficulties like this (he added), to which I replied: “It shouldn’t but it does.”

He spoke with clarity and affability throughout the call. My problem was quickly resolved, and I thanked him profusely for calling me in the first place. But considering it WAS all about a phone number update, that was a clever way to go about it. As it has REPLACED one’s Social Security number for all things identity-wise.

Friday night is when I have Idrive scheduled to back up all new data, and I woke up this morning to see that, once more, everything was perfectly duplicated to the cloud. I also use “continuous data protection” set on “hourly,” and that works great, too.

Remember when I had lost a magnificent passage I just wrote, due to Arwyn’s surprise interruption? That was back in 2013, at Pilsner Inn, a gay bar on Church Street. I had Idrive set to backup every few minutes, and the free version doesn’t keep staggered copies of previous uploads. By a slip of the keyboard, I wound up deleting and saving that now-blank passage, due to Arwyn’s sudden approach. Several minutes later I realized the error, and attempted to restore it from the cloud. But it had already been saved as an empty file there, too! A wonderful piece of writing…lost, lost, lost forever! But now that I have Idrive’s paid version, I set auto backup to once every hour, in order to spare me from such an accident ever again.

Very pleased with Idrive’s performance overall. It’s EXTREMELY robust and never misses a beat. However, their web based service is limited, and not at all parallel to what’s offered via the installed app. Stick with the app, and you’ll be fine. Otherwise, confusion will reign. I’ve been using their FREE service for years, before I finally upgraded to paid, once I signed up with, my first broadband ISP. And that was just a year-and-a-half ago. But because their UL was barely 1Mbps, backing up ALL my latest data could take 48 hours or longer! However, now that I have Xfinity, with a faster UL of 5Mbps, that same backup takes five hours or less.

My annual payment is due in a few days, but will cost me only $34.75, HALF the standard fee. They did this because i had turned off auto-pay, but they wanted to keep my business. I had to resume auto-pay in order to enjoy the bargain. But once paid, I will turn OFF auto-pay again, and hope for another good deal next time around. In any case:

Glad to have documented my first incoming call on my first cell service ever…though I’m sure it bored you out of your friggin’ mind, Wattson! As it most likely will ALL my avid readers, once they discover my tales and join me on my doggy revelations. Which fan base is still a future thing, though very nigh bud’s blossom.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Jebus Freaks March into The Castro [my latest video – 11 secs.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 5, 2021 12:55 PM

> If that stat is accurate, then you and I are in a minority.

Exactly. Heterosexuals ARE a minority group every bit as much as LGBTs. The idea that straights are the vast majority is what I call THE BIG LIE.

> Not the only minority I (or you) belong to; an even tinier minority, for example, is that of the literate.

Yet there is POWER and WISDOM as a result of this double-minority status or being gay (or gay affirmative) and literate.

> Religion, especially when it bristles with rigid dogma, has always been the first refuge of scoundrels and hypocrites.

As is its stepchild, PATRIOTISM.

> The modern American fundie version of it loves to decry “big government,” even as they invoke the biggest Big Government of them all: Big God.

Ah, but there IS a “big god”…it’s called TRUTH, and shall smite them down with the Rod of Justice. (Freudian slip NOT intended, this time around.)

> The glee with which they threaten the rest of us with Big God tells the whole sorry story.

Their arrogance is BOUNDLESS. To invade gay neighborhoods with their bold presence–especially during LGBT Pride Month–is nothing less than monsters terrorizing the populace.

> When they say: “I’m praying for you,” that’s code for: “I get my rocks off picturing you writhing and sizzling on the griddle for all eternity.” They love authority and hierarchy.

Homophobia is THE most evil bigotry on the planet. Which is a manifestation of patriarchal dogma, and a close cousin to misogyny, white supremacy, and machismo. And always erupts into Nazism on a cyclical basis.

My friends Deek and Chuck are BOTH poisoned by this dogma, because too ill-informed…IOW, not literate. But NOT to the extreme where they are beyond salvaging, thanks to my influence.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Youtube Slammed Me Again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 6, 2021 2:03 AM

JUST as I was about to hit the sack, this window popped up on my Youtube challenge, claiming the video I uploaded this evening is in violation of their rules. Here’s what they said:

Before you appeal, please review your content to ensure that it abides by our Community Guidelines, in particular the section shown below. Provide supporting details in the box.

Spam, deceptive practices and scams

Content that contains spam, scams, or other deceptive practices that seek to exploit the community are not allowed on YouTube. This includes titles, thumbnails, or descriptions that promise users something in the video but actually direct them to another site.

How this affects your channel

Your channel now has 1 strike. You won’t be able to do things like upload, post, or live stream for 1 week. A second strike will prevent you from publishing content for 2 weeks. Three strikes in the same 90 day period will result in your channel being permanently removed from YouTube.

And here is my reply:

I have NO idea what you’re talking about. This video, along with all others in my “Brindlekin Tales” playlist are the narrated versions of my original stories on my WordPress blog. IOW they are audio version of my written tales, that people who are sight impaiied may enjoy them, too. I have well over 50 chapters of my trilogy (still a work in progress) converted into narrations and uploaded to my channel. Why, now, does this bother Youtube? You can see the “[narration’]” link for each of my chapters, here:.

This is neither spam, scam nor deception. Plenty of Youtubers narrate their own tales, or those of others. And I am no different…plus all my narrations are ORIGINAL, by yours truly.

You’d THINK if they didn’t like me linking my narration to the written version, they would’ve complained months ago! Wouldn’t you say, good doctor? They’ve banned me from being able to upload anything for a week. And I now have one strike against me. Two more to go, and I’m shut out of Youtube forever! Hopefully, they’ll take back that strike, now that I’ve appealed it. But I’m not that optimistic about the outcome. Thank God those videos are also all on my Google Drive, for public access. Until I come up with some viable alternative. Though Youtube is THE platform to get yourself out there.


A few minutes have passed since I wrote the previous paragraph and, guess what? Youtube automatically sent me a REJECTION of my appeal! How could this NOT be a bot? Here’s their reply:

We have reviewed your appeal for the following content:

Video: Book 3 Ch. 17j: The Final Chapter (part 10)

We reviewed your content carefully, and have confirmed that it violates our spam, deceptive practices and scams policy. We know this is probably disappointing news, but it’s our job to make sure that YouTube is a safe place for all.

It is POSSIBLE they were alarmed by my quoting from Chuck’s email where he said all sorts of horrific things, conspiracy-wise, and Youtube took it as my PROMOTING it, even though I sharply criticised his statements in that same chapter! Well, since they don’t say anything specific about my supposed violation, how can I know what has gotten their feathers in a fluff? I’ve gone through ALL their guidlines with a fine tooth comb several times, and came up with NOTHING that I have done to break even ONE of their rules. Same goes for their FIRST warning, which was my conversation with Charlie at Rosenberg’s, about a month ago.

Ya know what? I’m just gonna eradicate my playlist of narrations. I can link my written tales to those narrations via Google Drive…run by the SAME COMPANY that owns Youtube! What a joke.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Re: [MCN-Announce]- Ruby Vinegar and Alvin Hock are bad news (anti-vax propaganda)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: June 7, 2021 10:31 PM

On Mon, 07 Jun 2021 5:35 PM Harvey Winston posted:

> They cultivate their ignorance, using the most basic errors of scientific facts and statistics to formulate arguments that any eighth grader should be able to debunk.

I’d bump that estimate down a couple of notches and replace “eighth” with “sixth.”

> They lie, lie, lie, and they have blood on their hands.

Death devils, the lot of ’em.

> No, we will not provide a detailed rebuttal to the latest product of the anti-vax twaddle machine. No, we will not generate ad revenue for liars by clicking on their links. No, we are not impressed that this particular article uses numbers.

Careful, Harvey, you’ve just ruffled more than a few of their feathers. Let the clamorous clucking cacophony commence!

Covid isn’t real, and the vaccines are part of the government’s New World Order plan to kill half the population!
Dr. Fauci created a killer virus at the Wuhan lab!
But it’s fake, the real poison is in the vaccine!
The masks and social distancing was to establish greater mind control over the masses!
5G is what really caused the coronavirus, not some pangolin halfway around the world!
The Rothschilds are behind all this, and the Mossad!
Elvis and Bin Laden are still alive, somewhere on the Kamchatka Peninsula, snorting coke with Vladimir Putin’s pool boy!
Non-binary cosplay queers in drag run the Vatican!

Subject: Flaco REALLY wanted to visit me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 8, 2021 10:58 AM

This was three afternoons ago, when Deek dropped by to pick up his devices, and more doggy food. I had crouched down for several minutes to pet and hug the pups, while Deek was talking to another vagrant. But when it was time for him to depart, Flaco refused to budge, and struggled to free herself from her leash. The collar was at a slanted angle halfway across her head as she tugged and tugged and tugged. Deek yelled at her, as I gently slid the collar back, and encouraged her to go with Deek. It was, in short, just another rosary-bead heartbreak in a long string of them, going back to when she first came into my life.

I quickly returned to the front gate in order to diminish Flaco’s attention, then paused to watch the doggies prance away with their inconsiderate master, pushing his weighted cart across the intersection, leashes attached. They haven’t been back yet, and it looks like Deek’s new schedule is to only drop by once a week for his allowance and a fresh supply of kibble. Obviously, he perceives my appeal to have the pups visit more frequently, as a trick to take them from him, rather than my heartfelt regard for their safety, and protection from exposure to the chill, damp air.

Which fewer visits only serve to increase the danger of his losing them through growing ill and perishing from hypothermia. He NEVER gets them jackets any more! Not to mention the countless OTHER risks of forcing them to remain on the streets for long stretches of time, especially at night. I’ve never witnessed anyone so foolish as to constantly set himself up for failure and disappointment. While scapegoating ME for anything bad that happens to him or the pups…it’s always MY fault!

On our meetup previous to the last one, he suddenly blurted out how I shouldn’t let Lucky play-bite me, because the pooch recently attacked someone who then got in his face and threatened to report the incident…they don’t even have rabies tags. I doubt any of that happened, that Deek merely resents the pups’ loving enthusiasm towards me, so conjured yet another fake incident. As in: he’s ALWAYS fabricating this or that horrific tale to justify keeping the dogs away from me as long as possible. As well as to set me up for blame should anything awful REALLY occur.

I tried to explain to him that Lucky only play-bites with those he loves, and he’s so careful when he does, he couldn’t POSSIBLY rip anyone’s pants, as Deek claimed. Neither of the brindlekin play with strangers, or even acquaintances; instead, they shy away. I ALSO pointed out it is HIS responsibility to get those rabies tags…to which, surprisingly, he agreed as he wandered up towards Castro Street with the pups looking back at me until I disappeared behind the gate.

It’s like I’m stuck in an endless-loop nightmare; but my dedication to the dogs overrides even THAT. For the kindness and joy they bring me is immeasurable, and I gladly owe them the same kindness in return. Now, on another note, Wattson:

I was able to resume email contact with Chuck, via my Protonmail account, for he replied to my query, “If this email reached you, please reply!” So I updated him a bit on my latest adventures, and encouraged him to switch to a smartphone, using the Tracfone service. But I ended my message with how he needs to unravel himself from this pro-Trump conspiracy nonsense, it’s a bad path to go down.

But before completing and sending off the email, I decided to phone him once again. Just a quick catching up, stating there’s more in my email about to arrive…ending once again with a warning about his right-wing babble, that it just gets him hot headed, and it’s not about what’s REALLY going on in the world. I suspect he didn’t receive my original email mocking him over this, due to that Yahoo glitch (which seems to be ongoing).

We’ll see how he handles it, but I certainly can NOT maintain communication if he persists down that deplorable road. Pressuring me to side with such garbage ideology is NOT how I care to spend my time, even if it means losing the last long-term friend in my world. It’s just like I had never cut myself off from my brother, as Chuck is parroting the exact same mass insanity. I doubt he’ll abide by my wishes, as he’s become deeply embedded in this Trumpist Cult, probably because of his resumption with old high school buddies once he returned to Philly, after being gone more than three decades. Talk about peer pressure redux!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Noisy Hohokum Punks!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 10, 2021 12:45 AM

Almost every single friggin night, Hohokum smoke shop workers hang out front with their friends and relations, disturbing the peace way into the night, sometimes as late as 3 AM! This has been going on for over a year, since they changed who runs it. The first several months after opening, everything was fine, they’d close at 10 PM, and were never a nuisance. But now it’s like living right above a club. They hang out for hours on the sidewalk, yapping away, boisterously screaming and acting out like they’re the coolest shit on the block. Just when the pandemic made our streets quiet, this started happening. They NEVER shut up, act like punks, and draw sketchy street people to their spot, because it’s the only shop open so late, and they sell tobacco, weed and paraphernalia for smoking OTHER drugs. Plus provide a distraction for their wandering the boring, dark streets. I suspect they’re relatives of Ablablah Realty, which owns my building and leases the shops below. So they think they’re SPECIAL. For whatever reason, the manager does nothing about it, so those of us living on this side of the building have our peace of mind and sleep disturbed just about every night. IT’S BEEN GOING ON FOR MONTHS!

Youtube has banned me from uploading any videos for a week, so here’s the backup link (1 min.):

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- If “she’s” setting an example on good mental health, I think I’ll pass
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN discussion list
Date: June 10, 11:17 PM

On 9 Jun 2021 14:46 Tanya NAZI FAN GIRL Merang squoinked:

> You’ve been remarkably insulting, abusive, nasty, rude, insulting, and mean spirited to me Zeke

Nonsense. I’ve been remarkably forthright in addressing your hypocrisy and nurturing a subscriber here for his Nazi proclivities. Must be the mother instinct, eh?

> Quite literally, you attack me,

No, I don’t attack you “quite literally,” I simply oppose your coddling a lunatic Nazi, via clacking away at the keyboard on my lap. Such hyperbole, Ms. Merang! One would suspect you have an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda, a dastardly scheme to unravel.

> because I won’t attack your enemies.

They are not just MY enemies, you deceptive Jezebel! Spike Dewars is a blatant Nazi, and ALL Nazis are enemies to the world.

> That is my one and only crime.

But the worst crime ever: befriending and enabling a Nazi. That ONE crime far exceeds a zillion LESSER crimes, for there is no crime GREATER.

> It seems you have only friend or foe, and no room to just let other people be.

Right, just let the flaming Nazis be, it’ll all blow over in time. I’m not stupid, I know exactly what you are doing.

> I’ve already told you on social issues, we agree more than disagree, and I’m the one who made the point our new ASH was an excellent choice.

Doesn’t matter how much we may agree on so many issues. For that ONE crime alone is so egregious as to totally WIPE OUT anything good you may stand for.

> Being in the IT field, I’ve worked my entire career with people in the LGBT Community

Irrelevant. Since LGBTs are like everyone else, in that they have their OWN right-wing cabals, including Nazi admirers. Just because you glom onto them, does NOT mean you are ipso facto a good person.

> they are over-represented because of their innate intelligence and creativity.

Obsequious flattery gets you nowhere with me, dear snake. Furthermore: MY own gay intelligence seems to elude your acknowledgment. Go figure.

> You do in fact owe me an apology, but I don’t ever expect to get it, so it’s no great loss. You’d have to admit you’re wrong, and you don’t seem to have that capacity.

I love how you toss in that guilt-trip trope, now and then. Hilarious.

> Not killing people you disagree with, is far different than getting cozy.

Well THAT’S a flakey thing to say! Whatever you’re smokin’, I don’t want any.

> Trying to find common humanity, that might inspire moving them, is infinitely more effective,

Not when it comes to Nazis…they are 100 percent bullies all the way. NOTHING can persuade them to change their ways, except being bullied BACK. For they’re cowards at heart, just give them a taste of the pain THEY inflict, and they’ll scream like stuck pigs. And you KNOW all that (that you can’t win over a Nazi through kindness)…you are obviously trying to weaken my resolve, because you are a saboteur who FAVORS right-wing trolls like Mr. Dewars.

Stop playing your “let’s be nice to the Nazi” Neville Chamberlain schtick…I see right through it.

> than trying to bludgeon people into submitting to your holy justice and vengeance.

More hyperbole in your juvenile attempts to weaken my resolve, this time by comparing my stance to inflated arrogance and even violence. Aren’t you the innocent little lamb! “Holy justice and vengeance,” my ass.

> All you do Zeke is polarize and make people hunker down even harder on their position.

Nope, don’t do that at all…and you know I don’t. I simply speak out against blatant lies by right-wingers who attempt to muddy the waters and sabotage the goals of decent people. You are his wing man, so to speak.

> All the while proving them right for hating you.

Wow! That was quite a leap from hyperbole into blatant falsehood. How impressive, Ms. Judas-Merang! If anyone hates me, it’s because I hold up a mirror to their ugly faces. Furthermore: hatred is NEVER justified…there is a better, more enlightened wat to deal with conflict. Mr. Dewars’ approach is ALWAYS to act with hatred, whereas mine is ALWAYS to act on the truth. Accusing ME of hatred is simply the act of scapegoating: blaming me for HIS sins. It’s totally ABSURD for such a foul-mouthed goat like Mr. Psychobitch to accuse me of raging with hatred, only because I stand up against the blathering lunatic.

> You think attacking me has made you look good, or just, or sympathetic? Or has it made you look like a bully, irrational, and ungrounded?

I’m not attacking you, Ms. Merang…never have, never will. I DON’T “attack” anyone. Opposing horrid words or ideas is not an attack, it is drawing the line by condemning such horrible remarks as Dewars makes with prolific frequency. Though I appreciate your manipulative application of the word “attack” to try to make ME look like the offender, instead of Psychobitch and his enabler (who is, of course, your dishonorable self).

> I won’t fight you Zeke,

That statement right there implies otherwise. You HAVE been fighting me all along, through deception and manipulation of your words.

> because I don’t hate you,

Yes you do. You’re a Nazi…just like your protege Dewars. You’ve found your comrade in this list! You do NOT lift so much as a finger, in outcry against even his most outrageous bigoty expressed so often. Including not standing up to him when he makes the most vile homophobic threats against me. It is not ME (or Alan) I’m suggesting you defend…it is LGBTs. You say you have so many queer amigos, yet you NEVER bother to denounce Mr. Psychobitch’s horrific anti-gay epithets.

> I just don’t like the way you treat people,

Oh, I already got that, loud and clear, Ms. Merang. But you absolutely LOVE a screeching Nazi, spewing one hateful comment after another, because, as you say, he’s so HONEST with who he is. Which, besides being pure BULLSHIT, is your modus operandi for right-wing infiltration. My honesty, however, appears to be a horse of a different color for you; now do not say “neigh” to that!

> I don’t like the way you yield your own moral high ground to stoop exactly as low as the people you despise. You want to be the better man… act like the better man.

Really, now, how much more hyperbole can we actually take without it being dumped like the fecal plops of a million elephants? Just asking for a friend. His name is Dumbo.

> I ask you earnestly Zeke, you talk about keeping ahead, if you’re keeping ahead of the Nazi, in what direction are you marching, and why?

Any direction that’s opposite yours. Thanks for the emotionally charged BS you flung my way…it’s been fun deflecting, like Wonder Woman and her magic bracelets. Woo-hoo!

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- If “she’s” setting an example on good mental health, I think I’ll pass
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN discussion list
Date: June 11, 1:04 AM

On Wed, 9 Jun 2021 16:54 Terry Sachs squoinked:

> That’s all he’s ever been to almost everyone: mean, nasty, rude, and insulting.

Could you be any stupider, Mr. Sucks? Remember, YOU are the one who went ballistic over someone’s accusation that I earn money for my posts, the more posts, the more money. Then there’s your “zEEK’s puppy grift” nonsense. You should be on some strong medication, is the best advice I can give. You certainly excel at making a fool of yourself, I’ll give you that. I’m amazed that you even have the chutzpah to show your face on the announcement list any more! Or in public, for that matter.


That’s Ms. Merang for ya: “The Compassionate Nazi Enabler!” Perfect title for a Fox sitcom.

> He will continue to refer to you as a nazi and claim you are homophopic.

There’s a lot of that going on in these MCN lists, I can tell ya that. All it took was for just one, lone gay person to join a list, and try to discuss an LGBT issue now and then, to watch the hetsupremacist fur fly! Truly a sight to behold. And ya know, had the MCN list went on withOUT my presence, you’d have no idea how many queer bashers there really are on that list…and by extension, Mendocino County itself.

Not my fault, though. Of course, Nazis love to scapegoat, which is exactly what YOU are doing. So if ya don’t wanna be CALLED a Nazi, Mr. Sucks, then stop ACTING like a Nazi. You’re like the little skinny runt down the block who gloms onto a the neighborhood bully, in hopes HE can play the bully himself, now and then. But things never end well for those types. The REAL bully gets sick of him, a bit later on down the line. So enjoy your fun while it lasts, you clueless yutz.

> It’s his favorite insult.

Oh come, come, Mr. Sucks. I don’t HAVE a “favorite insult,” but I CAN tell you this: homophobia seems to be a FAVORITE bigotry on this list! Not my fault that no one on this list (or that other one) has ever possessed the ovaries to speak out against anti-gay remarks. Then yours truly came along to crash your Nazi party, ruining the freedom they once had to keep gays suppressed and invisible…and terrorized!

And no, I DON’T call everyone a homophobe and a Nazi on this list…just the several who fit that profile to a T. Which of course includes you, Mr. Sucks, for being that skinny twerp who cozies up to the handful of Nazi bullies on this list, including their demonic leader, Spike Dewars…so YOU could fuck around with that gay lister, too. Which leader now appears to have a virtual female consort to do his bidding, who is also, sadly, Asian. Now I’m wondering: how much blood price did THAT cost him? Just asking for a friend. His name is Mephistopheles.

P.S.: I’m crossposting this message to the announcement list, since they seem to know you better over there, and get a good laugh over your latest fumbling with a hidden wicked plot to hatch. For it always backfires, like a Charlie Chaplin film where he plays the hapless hobo. That’s you, Mr. Sucks: “the hapless hobo;” a metaphor that defines your soul perfectly!

Subject: Just a few hugs, then they’re gone again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 11, 2021 5:17 PM

Using my video backup source again, as it’ll be four more days before Youtube allows me to resume uploading. Looks like such false, draconic accusations by them are the result of a poorly programmed bot. Been happening to a LOT of vloggers recently. However, I think there may be some right-wing mischief baked into it.

Click here to watch the video.


Deek showed up for a short while this afternoon, to pick up more kibble and canned stew, and collect his weeky allowance. No mention whatsoever of having them stay overnight any time soon. Well, I already knew the moment he requested a fresh supply of dog food, that he had no plans for them to stay over. So I gave the pups some hugs and kisses, and the next thing you know: they were gone again! Seven days since I last saw them, and THAT was just a few brief moments, too. I used my camera pen to record this latest meetup, but as you can see, it’s sorely lacking in being able to capture the subjects by keeping the pen in my shirt pocket. The glasses are much better because I can intuitively aim the lens where I want (without being suspected of shooting a video), but a lens popped out of it, so not very discreet as a result…just draws attention as to exactly WHY I’m wearing them broken. But on a good note: Deek looks cleaner, healthy and stable these days…and no childish drama on his part. A VERY good sign, as that implies his jealousy and resentment of the fondness between the pups and myself should soon clear up, along with his bipolar mood swings. The shopping cart was also tidy!

Re: Just a few hugs, then they’re gone again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 12, 2021 12:14 PM

> Well, I’m glad everybody looked good, but it’s still worrisome to me.

When has my relationship with Deek NOT been worrisome? As I’ve concluded per my Bodhisatta Premise some months back:

Worry is not the right path. Faith is. Though I CAN conjecture as many worst case scenarios as I choose, they will only serve to obstruct my enjoyment of each day. All shall turn out just fine, no matter what.

Don’t know if you saw the video, Wattson, but in it I told Deek he and the pups are always in my prayers, though it’s not based on worry, ’cause that’s just obsessing over bad outcomes. Which does no one ANY favor.

I figured speaking those kind words is an important step towards unraveling his jealousy and resentment that come of immature thinking. As well as finally concluding on his own, that the dogs DO need a warm, safe haven on a frequent basis…withOUT making this a battle with his inner demons. Furthermore:

Prayer is learning to RELAX in faith, rather than be a bundle of angst. Because that’s what TRUST in a higher force is all about. At least, when it comes to your OWN well-being. Because, since you ALREADY have a strong desire for things to go well and, assuming your intent is a worthy one, you HAVE been heard, thus a positive outcome is inevitable. The rest of it is just learning how to use your mind better, for your OWN sanity: what the Buddha calls “right thinking.” To be clear:

The outcome of your prayer is NOT dependent on whether or not you have the right thoughts; it is, instead, based SOLELY on sincerity and worthiness. For example: praying for a new car so you can show it off to your neighbors is trivial, while praying for the well-being of another is immensely just, no matter HOW much of a bundle of nerves you might be. This is in opposition to all the illusions hurled at you over the years, of tragic endings in spite of worthy prayers by others. And by “prayer” I mean nothing more than intent in both thought and action. For without ACTING upon your wish, your good thoughts will come to naught. SOME level of sacrifice is necessary.

So in a very real sense, this situation with the doggies is a learning lesson for me, which is how to eradicate–as best I can–even the tiniest, final twitch of anxiety BEFORE the happy results manifest. For example:

This morning as I strolled back hovel with coffee in hand, I fantasized him losing the pups through death by overexposure to dampness and cold. And as a result, cut him out of my life for good, seeing as he’d wind up adopting aNOTHER doggy or two, and the same, awful thing would happen. And I just CAN’T go through that again, I’ve lost ALL respect for him, and REFUSE to remain beside him on this roller coaster ride of bipolar/meth madness ever again. I called him a “dog killer,” for that is what he is. Then, in my mind’s eye, he screamed at me, claiming it’s MY fault, dumping all his wrongs upon this bedraggled old pilgrim.

Now THAT fantasy right there is an obsession over a worst case scenario. Which right-thinking requires flushing from one’s mind, instead of latching on. Of course, this lesson applies to ALL crises, not just to a particular situation with two doggies and their homeless master. These dark scenarios that well up in one’s thoughts ARE necessary evils, to WARN of potential danger. But allowing them to take over your waking hours is the WRONG approach, because harmful to your own state of mind.

Thus–once again according to my Bodhisattva Premise–this makes Deek a bodhisattva himself, that is: my teacher. And the lesson IS to improve upon right-thinking. Many temptations to grow angry at him are hurled at my feet…they are challenges to overcome, and certainly NOT to cave in to. He therefore MUST play the monster now and then, in order for the lesson to progress towards completion. My conclusion in a nutshell?

Long-suffering, patience and compassion are key.

The improvement of his appearance and behavior, along with spiffing up his shopping cart and no longer dumping trash everywhere, are PROOF of the good results manifesting at last. I have given him ALL the criticism needed to set him on the right path, so should do no more of that, but say everything positive to further him along. Speaking of behavior:

When I handed him his allowance, he saw that, instead of three Jacksons, they were two, plus a Hamilton. Instead of squawking, he simply said: “Fitty dollar? Okay.”

In that video, you’ll hear me immediately apologize…then run back upstairs with the bill, to return with the proper sum. Overall, the 5-minute clip shows my considerate regard towards him, in spite of all the nastiness he’s flung at me over many months. Furthermore, his new habit of always asking for an “advancement” on his allowance is not occurring in shorter intervals (which would be squeezing an extra $60 out of me each month), but has settled on Friday, rather than my original decree of every Sunday. So it’s not really an advancement at all, but a shift to another day of the week. As if, as my teacher, he is fully conscious of this change, but is testing my temper.

This “right thinking” approach strikes me as simple common sense, and is part of the Buddha’s teaching on how to live as good a life as possible. And has NOTHING to do with whether or not you believe in God, or a higher force (as some prefer to say, including yours truly). It is thus a CRIME when religions claim a monopoly on this sane strategy, and often come to blows with OTHER belief systems that teach the VERY SAME THING! Equally shameful are new-age fads such as “The Secret,” who treat this approach as if it were something totally novel, and they are the only TRUE source of enlightened wisdom. When their REAL motive is to cash in on a specious premise.

In my own Brindlekin Tales, I make it very clear that my revelations are NOT novel in any way, but are personal documentation of how I apply them in my own life: a modern spin on sage advice that has resonated through the ages of humanity. Like the sweet tones of a monastery bell, a temple gong, or even the thocks of a hollow log from the deep time of prehistory. In my case:

Using the loving inspiration of two, marvelous doggies for my springboard. Curly-tail, brindlekin joy! Let the Chimes of Puppy Love ring through every city, town, village and burg!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Snack Time for Doggies

June 3, 2021

Eleven delightful pics of Flaco & Lucky during one of their recent doggy treat breaks. Click on any image for a larger view. Click on your browser’s back-arrow to return to this page.

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