[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 5: Chapter 20]
Subject: Deek just proposed I hold an “eviction party!”
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 30, 2022 at 8:02 PM
“Bring some homeless people over, tear the whole place up then leave before the sheriff comes!’
“No, Deek I don’t do that,” I replied. I should’ve laughed instead ’cause I know he’s just jiving me. I gave up trying to tell him I still have a chance of keeping my hovel…he enjoys rubbing it in that I’m gonna be evicted. Let him have his fun, he might be right, anyway!
I can’t imagine hangin’ with him 24/7 on the streets. He’d be constantly egging me for money, and trying to thrust his Aaron’s Rod between my lips when all I wanna do is have a good night’s slumber there on the cold sidewalk across the street from where I used to live. But at least I’d have the brindlekin for company every single friggin day, and what could be better than that, here on earth? Playing a geriatric whore to a Louisiana cracker would be a small price to pay, when it comes to holding these furry darlings in your arms every night. Or at least one, while he takes the other. A dog’s love never dies.
(BTW, the Senior Eviction Collective failed to get in touch with me today. Unless something quickly turns in my favor, my 30-day notice to quit the premises will arrive on Thursday. But let me go on:)
Deek was a disappointment earlier this afternoon. He asked me to check his smartphone because the music player it came with, Frostlime, stopped working…he claimed it wants him to pay for a subscription in order to function again. So I took it upstairs for a look-see, to discover it works fine. He just selected the wrong menu option and didn’t know how to backtrack to the “my music” choice in the dropdown list.
Upon stepping out to return the phone, I saw an old, vagrant codger crossing Market Street on the diagonal, screaming and cussing like a banshee. Deek raised his head from where he lay with his pups on the corner and hollered at him:
“Hey, bitch, shut up!” The scary galoot ignored him and strode on as Deek kept up the heckling. “Hey, come over here and say that to my face! Look at me, fukker!” Fortunately, the geriatric lizard promptly disappeared into the traffic flow, giving Deek no mind.
I handed him the device and said: “Don’t start a fight, Deek, not when you have the dogs.”
“I don’t wanna hear it!” he screamed at me, then emoted a brassy “ARRRRRRR!” to drown me out. “That’s what I’m gonna do whenever you talk to me like that: ARRRRRRR!”
But I persisted: “You could get the doggies hurt, acting like that. Putting them in harm’s way.”
“I don’t care, I don’t care…ARRRRRRR!”
“You don’t love your dogs?”
“ARRRRRRR!”
The pooches, meanwhile, remained calm as can be, stretched out on the concrete under the gently-warm sun. This was going on right below my quasi-fascist neighbor’s window, and that of the manager two flights up, mind you. I just sighed, helpless to do anything, and returned to my room. Afraid that, after my request yesterday that he and the dogs not sleep in front of my building, he will only be inspired to do the reverse, and start screaming along with the dogs’ raucous barks. Not that these residents don’t deserve it, but I still have to live with them: gossipers, haters and all-around suckups. They probably think I TOLD him to sleep there and make lots of noise throughout the night. Nothing could be further from the truth, Wattson. But their sick minds prefer to think otherwise. I bet they’re taking snapshots and videos of us outside. Bodhisattva Premise:
“Take a deep breath, Zeke, hang in there, enjoy the day no matter what. You deserve it.”
Right, because anyone with a clear mind would see that I work diligently for the homeless, trying to make their lives more pleasant and productive. And I suppose that, while Deek appears to be taking my no-longer-sitting-the-dogs in stride, I suspect it’s taking a growing toll on him. Not to mention my disappearing from his life for good…no more money, dog food and gifts from me, no more friend who really cares. All gone. Just him and the hounds, and who knows how much longer they’ll live without my kind hand?
Nonetheless I remain compassionate, regardless, towards EVERYONE, not just Deek. And “everyone” includes the residents at 9666 Market Street.
All my eviction-related tales are now out there, on my WordPress blog. They take up one-and-a-half chapters so far:
In “The FINAL Final Chapter (part 18),” the eviction episodes start smack dab in the middle of that piece, subject title “I JUST GOT AN EVICTION NOTICE!” Sounds like a logical start to me.
I can only imagine the gossip swirling around about yours truly, in the Hotel California North these days! I’ll just continue to act friendly and cool to everyone I pass by in the hallways, the stairs and the lobby.
“How’s it hangin’?”
“Hi, nice day isn’t it?”
“Hello, let me help you lift that box!”
“You look lovely today, goin’ on a date?”
“Love your doggies, are they a Chihuahua mix?”
And now, musing upon a possible near future:
The shame of lugging my meager possessions outside, to god only knows where. How would I store my personal documents and other important papers…and my laptop, tablet, two external hard drives and other peripherals?
Pay for storage ($150/mo.)? Safety deposit box? A hole in a tree in Golden Gate Park? A deep pit along the sand dunes by Ocean Avenue? Maybe I’ll unexpectedly cross paths with Adisa and mom and they’ve cleaned up their act and when I tell them I’m being evicted they’ll provide me with sanctuary to make up for their egregious behavior towards me.
Yes, the possibilities are mind boggling! I have nothing to worry about, it does no one any good anyway…but let’s have fun worrying, just for the heck of it. That’s the Amerikan Way.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Deek just proposed I hold an “eviction party!”
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 30, 2022 at 9:52 PM
> It can’t happen. It mustn’t happen. You out on the street. You’ve been in that place literally half your life. This heartless, brutal, carnivorous society.
I’m surprised this building hasn’t been resold a long time ago, or underwent major reconstruction, driving EVERYONE out in either case. I know what’s going on: these are wicked people going for the jugular. All I need do is stay calm, not let it freak me out, and I shall triumph. It will put a lot of people through good changes…you’ll see. They’re testing me, watching me, to see how maturely I handle the crisis. I have every intention of impressing the fuck outta them.
But even if I DO wind up houseless, it was from being blinded by the love for two sweet little hounds who adore me immensely in return…and I’ll never regret it, no matter the cost in the long run. They are the two most gracious creatures on the face of the earth. Their boundless friendship has taught me THE most important lesson of all:
Love is TRULY the most powerful force in the universe. Now that this lesson has been carved into my heart, I have the responsibility to act upon it, and use it wisely, patiently, and with forgiveness to everyone…for the rest of my life, no matter my personal situation, difficult or not. I’ll be okay. BETTER than okay.
> Deek’s earlier “proposition” (previous email) was careless and cruel. It’s as if he wants to hasten your eviction.
He’s had a tough life, so I can’t expect him to be always civil. Nonetheless, he’s brought me many gifts over the years (though I’ve had to reject most of them, to avoid clutter), and, most kind of all: shared those lovely doggies with me. It is, of course, DIFFICULT to maintain my great admiration towards him for that, when he so often tears me down. Bodhisattva Premise:
He is one of my guardians, strengthening me through these vulgar shocks…how to rise up quickly from the latest attack, and continue my good works with joy. He knows he’s testing me, he’s no fool.
“C’mon, let me inside, this may be our last time, you’re gonna be evicted!”
That’s actually a pretty funny line, if you’re a tough old bird. I should’ve laughed instead of felt offended. Ah, live and learn!
I’ve met MANY good people living on the streets these past several months. And they ALL know Deek, and are his friends. So there’s more to him than meets the eye. Underestimating this scalawag would be a BIG mistake. I think sometimes his friends speak badly of him, just to check me out…to see if I have the integrity to not succumb to gossip.
> Today was Memorial Day, all offices closed down. I hope it doesn’t count as a “business” day in this 3-day business. I’m really sick about this.
Oh, I didn’t realize that. No wonder the Senior Eviction Collective didn’t contact me today. I’m sure a holiday doesn’t count against me. So it will be Thursday, not Wednesday, when the 30-day notice should arrive.
I COULD beg my brother take me in, if it comes to that! Ha ha, just kidding. That’s a fate worse than death, or homelessness.
– Zeke K-Holmes
P.S.: So whaddya think of my second email to the lawyer? Did I fuk up royally? Have an excellent night and happy dreams. I know I will!
Subject: I just sent the following FB message to Kind Warlock…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 9:22 AM
…after he friended me back, with the message: “Thank you for finding me. I share some esoteric stuff here on Facebook.”
So here’s my response:
–begin:
Thank you, Kind Warlock. Unfortunately, I’ve suddenly gotten embroiled in a lawsuit with the landlord, got an eviction notice on Friday. So I’m busy finding a lawyer who’ll take my case pro bono. Dealing with wicked people in the building…much harassment and false accusations. You can read about it on my WordPress blog, the two latest chapters. The crisis reports start in the middle of the second chapter from the last, just search for “eviction notice” once that page is loaded. So go to the table of contents of my Brindlekin Tales, first, then jump to the bottom and click on the second to the last link which title starts with “Chapter 18r.” I’m waiting on a call from an attorney from a group that assists the elderly with eviction issues, don’t know if they’ll actually take my case. I am being threatened with homelessness in the near future. You’d think I’d be a nervous wreck, but I remain calm and friendly throughout it all, even towards those vilifying me in the building where I live…trusting the Great Spirit that things will turn out very well in my favor…just take a deep breath now and then, and never let worry ruin my day. But please keep this between us for now, as those homophobes who attack me on the mailing lists would LOVE to know my present dilemma, and have a field day with it. It is funny how we started out on a bad foot, and now THIS excellent association! Sometimes that happens with people. May you have a most fortuitous day, Mr. Warlock! <3
–end
Damn good thing I got all my eviction pieces uploaded to my blog yesterday, eh, Wattson? AND that I resubscribed to Facebook just days ago. Kismet.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: I got a 3-day notice today for dog-sitting for a friend
From: Thea Victoria
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: May 31, 2022 at 10:20 AM
Hey Ezekiel
Could you please attach a photo of the notice so I may determine its legitimacy? You are correct, you do not need to leave at the expiration of the notice; There is an entire legal process that must take place. Send me a picture of the notice and that will give me an idea of how to move forward. Additionally, all our services are free. Go ahead and send me the notice and give me a call after noon on my cell, which is in my signature.
Hang in there,
Thea Victoria (they/them)
Right to Counsel Coordinator | Senior Eviction Collective
Re: Lawyer just contacted me!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 11:48 AM
> Excellent!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just sent her the required document, with the added text:
“I will now forward to you two emails I sent to Ablahblah Realty’s attorney, that will give you a very good idea of what’s really going on, and expedite the handling of my case. Don’t worry, no more emails from me to him. BTW the pups had their rabies booster shots three months ago, and I provided the building manager with proof. The dogs also wear their blue tags indicating they’ve been inoculated. Thanks immensely. I will NOT panic!”
I’ll be phoning her in 15 mimutes. Woo-hoo!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Lawyer just contacted me!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 11:56 AM
You will be charmed to know that my attorney’s name is “Thea Victoria.”
Re: I just sent the following FB message to Kind Warlock… ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 11:58 AM
> Warlock is definitely a bulldog when it comes to legal stuff. Maybe he’ll be able to help.
Seriously? That’s fukkin amazing! Kismet again.
Re: Lawyer just contacted me!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 12:23 PM
I just got done speaking with the lawyer…whose voice is female. However, look at the sig:
Thea Victoria (they/them)
So my lawyer is transgender (or nonbinary), thus a “they,” not a “she,” and I should not call they “Ms.” or “Mr.” but “Mx.” At least, this is what I presume, it’s not like they talked about this with me. Mx. Victoria will call me back in about an hour. They just emailed me the intake form, so I gotta fill it out now.
This is getting interesting by the bucket load! I’m thinking, after learning about Deek’s wonderful doggies (including some videos of them) they just might help him out and provide assistance in some way. Including regular puppy sanctuary, like I was doing!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Lawyer just contacted me!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 12:29 PM
> That right there is a soothing balm!!!!
How so…just that their name is so unique? Or that “Victoria” suggests victory over the opposition? Oh, I just looked up “Thea” on duckduckgo:
From Greek mythology: “She was the goddess of light and was thought to be of considerable beauty.”
Yes! A soothing balm indeed!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: Can’t find the right “Thea Victoria” on the web
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 1:03 PM
Searching their name gave me SOME results, but the Thea I’m trying to locate does not show up. So then I tried “Thea Victoria attorney.”
And there they is, down on the Senior Eviction Collective “our team” list…no photo or any details. But what’s intriguing is to discover that attorney Jared Kingsley is also on that list…and he’s the one whose secretary turned down my case regarding the Adisa/mom issue, last year!
I haven’t come across any site that gives more information on MY Thea Victoria, including a pic.
BTW, I put you on their intake form as my emergency contact, and gave them permission to contact you, if they feel that’s necessary. Just to be sure, is this your current phone number…707-[xxx-xxxx]?
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: We can simply email each other…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: Kind Warlock
Date: May 31, 2022 at 1:32 PM
…on legal and personal matters. But sometimes phones are better for that, depending on the topic and situation. Here’s my number, Mr. Warlock:
415-[xxx-xxxx]
Don’t call earlier than 5 PM, since I need to keep my line open for my attorney and related matters. And, of course, no later than 11 PM for the usual reason: SLEEP! I have a very dear friend up there in Mendocino, an accomplished author whom I call in my tales, “My Dear Wattson.” Who seems to know a bit about you, as she just told me you’re quite bullish when it comes to legal matters.
Thanks again, KW! Namaste and muito obrigado!
– Zeke
Subject: My latest FB exchange with Kind Warlock…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 2:07 PM
–quote:
Kind Warlock:
It would be great to talk on the phone. My home number is 707-[xxx-xxxx]. My cell is 707-[xxx-xxxx]. After sunset is a good time to call. Send me your number via email.
Zeke Krahlin:
I just did, only a moment before I saw your latest message. Your numbers will be in my smartphone in a few moments. Will call you shortly after sunset, which I think is around 9 PM these days. Talk to you then, I’m sure it will be awesome!
–end
BTW, someone ELSE phoned me from the Senior Eviction Collective about a half hour ago, this time a male, who said: “Hello, I’m [forgot his name] from the Senior Eviction Collective. I hear you got a 3-day notice to quit?”
So I replied, “Yes, but I already spoke with Thea Victoria an hour ago, so I’m good!”
He then said thank you, and I, likewise, and we both hung up. Conclusion:
‘Tis a good day for THIS leftie (both politically and handedly)!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: Mx. Victoria also asked me…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 2:58 PM
…in our initial conversation, something which both surprised and delighted me, because I expected my admission of a certain act would be frowned upon:
“And after you received the 3-day notice did you contact their lawyer and try to work things out?”
“Yes, I sent him two emails.”
I have never before heard of ANY lawyer who’d approve of a client making a phone call, or sending an email, letter, or text to the prosecuting attorney on his or her or THEIR own behalf without ANY legal advice before doing so (which advice should always be “NO!”)”
You know what I think, Wattson? This IS a boddhisaatva orchestrated scenario, and they’re having LOADS of fun at my expense. Even Ablahblah Realty is in on it…hardy har har
– Zeke K-Holmes
P.S.: Deek dropped by a short while ago; he and the doggies are still downstairs in the ATM nook. So I got to tell him I found a really good lawyer, so things are lookin’ up. He didn’t respond, except to ask me to recharge his gizmos and bring some water down for the mutts. Lots of hugs for Lucky & Flaco as I told them I’m sorry but they can’t come upstairs, but know that I love them with an aching heart. No problem with them tugging on the leashes to reach the gate…including Flaco who’s very good at slipping out of her collar. They know to stay with their master now, they’re getting used to the new arrangement. Though Flaco insisted on poking her darlin’ head around the corner, to gaze at me until I finally disappeared. I blew her a kiss before vanishing. Deek was mellow, thank Glaucus…busy cleaning his sneakers with soapy water and a rag. He was accompanied by two other youngish vagrants, but I didn’t pay them any mind, they were just nondescript extras for this scene.
Re: My latest FB exchange with Kind Warlock…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 3:10 PM
> I’ll be burning with curiosity!!!
Stunning twist in the story line, eh? But kinda cheesy and B-movie plottish, wouldn’t you say? “Thea Victoria” my ass…this it too funny. Thanks, Arwyn, you’re a brilliant playwright!
Deek and the angels just departed. I stuck my head out the window again, because I thought he called “Yo!” But it was to summon Lucky who was sniffing a tree as their Cajun master pushed his cart towards Castro Street. I’m still waiting on Mx. Victoria’s next phone call. Conclusion:
EVERTHING’S GONNA BE FINE…FANTASTIC, EVEN!!! The Flying Spaghetti Monster’s in it’s bowl, all’s right with the pasta.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Can’t find the right “Thea Victoria” on the web
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 3:14 PM
> That’s my number.
I hope you get a chance to speak with them, that would be FANTABULOUS! But don’t slip up on the pronouns, or you, too, might wind up in the pillory for a few days.
Re: Mx. Victoria also asked me…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 3:20 PM
> And I say to my self……what a wonderful w-o-o-o-r-ld!
Is Arwyn up there visiting you and Erwyn right now, or are you and Erwyn down here, visiting HIM? Maybe you’re all just two doors away, or even in my building! I’m just an unfrozen cavemen lawyer. I fell in some ice and later got thawed out by your scientists. Your world frightens and confuses me.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Can’t find the right “Thea Victoria” on the web
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 3:42 PM
> Well, you know how scrupulously politically correct I am…
I’m sure you’ll get along stupendously splendiferous with them.
> What’s funny is that I can drop my voice down and pass for a man on the phone. Comes in very handy.
I’ve seen your photo…you could pass for a man in person, too! In an Eleanor Roosevelt kind of way, with the right clothing and your hair pulled up under a top hat.
Subject: Passed by Asher today on the stairs, with his dog.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 4:50 PM
He’s the one who grilled me about the pups just over a week ago, the one who’s attempting (or attempted but gave up) to start a tenants union. He was a bit nervous then, and was nervous when we crossed paths today. He may be one of the building manager’s spies! Maybe Kevin bought him out, owns his soul now.
He was about to climb the stairs as I rushed down, saw him and said: “Hold your horses, commin’ through, thanks!”
AS I reached the lobby I said “How ya doin’ today?” For I relished taking my first opportunity to act super cool before another resident, since my 3-day notice arrived.
“Oh! I’m oh, fine,” he replied, somewhat uncomfortably, and I was out the gate a second later.
I bet Kevin told him about the eviction notice, so now Asher is spooked to be in my presence, and would MOST prefer to avoid me at all cost. I’m sure my jovial mood didn’t sit well with him, as in: “Zeke’s got your number, dude!”
Queer judgment day a-comin’ ’round the bend…choo-choo!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Can’t find the right “Thea Victoria” on the web
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 5:11 PM
> I did disguise myself as a man once, when I was a reporter for the Mendocino news Service, with glued-on sideburns and a mustache, and crashed a men-only lingerie show here years ago! Undercover reporting at its best.
I would have loved to have been there…dressed like a dummy.
Re: Mx. Victoria also asked me…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 5:14 PM
> I thought you hatched from a Cavelawyer egg.
I don’t remember HOW I got here. My mom once told me I was a Nazi experiment gone terribly wrong.
Subject: Fun with Deek!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 31, 2022 at 6:37 PM
This happened just moments ago. Deek returnned to pick up his toys. The dogs were parked and tethered to the shopping cart by the bus stop, so I stood by the open gate for him to collect the items. And when he took them I declared:
“Rumor has it that I’m gonna march at the head of the Gay Pride Parade this year!”
His mug broke out in a wide grin that stifled guffaws dying to explode:
“Yeah? Where’d you hear that?” he quipped, then turned about and walked towards the lamppost ten yards away to pick something up.
“A little birdie told me!” I called to him.
As he spoke with another vagrant nearby, I remained at the gate, looking first at him 12 feet away towards the right, then at the doggies 20 feet away towards the left. I did this several times, wondering if I should ask Deek if I can say hi to the dogs for a minute. Then I just stepped out and ran to my furry little angels, and sat down on the sidewalk. I called them over, but they were busy nipping up scraps of sandwich meat that lay beneath the cart.
Once the sidewalk snack was all scarfed up (in less than twenty seconds) they turned to me with excited greets. Flaco hopped onto my lap and commenced licking my face as I caressed her, while Lucky tugged on my jacket with playful growls. I pulled both mutts close to my chest, embracing them with a heart that burst for joy.
At that moment a tall, lanky gentlemen stopped by to ask if I want these chips. He held them out in a small, rectangular cardboard bowl decorated with red plaid stripes.
“Oh, no thanks,” I said as I looked up at him. “I’m not homeless, but my friend is, and I’m watching his dogs.”
“Okay,” he replied, then began to walk off with the chips still in hand.
“Wait a minute!” I called to the gentleman, and pointed towards Deek who had just shown up, walking in our direction. “Here he is now!”
Deek gratefully accepted them, but the chip man didn’t leave quite yet, as he then noticed the hounds:
“They got dogs that look just like them all OVER the East Bay!”
Deek just stood there smiling at him, and the fellow began to walk away.
I was a bit startled upon hearing such a strange remark, but snapped out of it just when the chipster began to cross 16th Street.
“It’s a Twilight Zone kinda thing,” I called out in his direction.
“That’s the guy who bred Lucky and Flaco,” Deek addressed me while chewing on a hunk of burrito. “He lives in Oakland, where I purchased them.” He didn’t mean the chip man of course, when he said that.
Imagine that, Wattson! Thousands of Flacos and Luckys wandering up and down the streets of Oakland and Berkeley with their ecstatic humans! This is like the canine version of “The Day of the Triffids!” But I guess we’ll have to call it “The Day of the Brindlekin.”
Deek then grabbed the handlebars of his cart in a motion to go, so I somehow managed to stand up from the sidewalk, as Lucky and Flaco didn’t want to let go: she, resisting leaving my lap; he, still grasping my jacket with those tiny pearly whites.
“I’m gonna find you a nice home soon,” I proudly declared while placing a hand on the cart. “With a gorgeous backyard for your dogs to play in.”
“Yeah? How ya gonna to that?” he turned to look at me with a bemused expression.
“Oh, I got the landlord’s balls crushed in a vise!” I bragged. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”
“So you’re gonna sue for millions?”
“Yep,” I bragged once again, with a puffed chest. “And that’s just the beginning! I’m gonna be a hero!”
“Really?” Deek questioned, “How ya gonna do that?”
“Because I’m gonna beat down all those nasty people in my building!”
“Nasty people? Who are you talking about?”
“I don’t wanna bore you with the details, Deek,” I spoke dismissively with a wave of my hand. “When you beat enough enemies, you become a hero…that’s how life works!”
“I don’t get it,” Deek was frankly confused.
“We have no enemies, only teachers,” I replied. “Just some folks PLAY the enemy so each of us has the chance to become the hero in his own world. Without enemies we couldn’t be heroes, right?”
He shrugged his shoulders: “I guess so, never thought of it that way.”
“So they’re not REALLY our enemies, they just CHOOSE to play them, providing each of us the opportunity to stand up to them and beat them down. In that way, they make us into heroes…so long as we don’t cower and hide in fright. But if we do, there will always be FURTHER opportunities to do things right. Some people just take longer than others, is all. That’s what the Buddha taught the world!”
Don’t know if Deek actually grokked the point I was trying to make, for he seemed to have something ELSE on his mind:
“I wanna see the money….THAT would make you my hero!”
Deek then pushed his cart forward, chuckling to himself as I pet the mutts one more time and said to them:
“Thank you for being such a bright light in my world!” Having spoken those grateful words, I then raised myself up to face Deek:
“And thank YOU for bringing them TO me, you’re an amazing fellow!” But I didn’t stop there:
“I’m soon gonna praise you to the heavens to every person who stops to listen!”
Then off they wandered towards Castro Street…and I, back to my hovel where I sat down to type this latest missive. My Brindlekin Tales collection is gonna wind up with the happiest of all endings possible, I can see that now.
A large rainbow flag presently flaps across my window in the ocean breezes now kicking up, as it does every time around this year. I think they put them up along this section of Market Street two days ago. But I’m not sure; I don’t normally pay attention to such frippery.
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