The Eviction Fiasco (part 12)

June 29, 2022

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 6: Chapter 3]

Subject: I received the nicest compliment this morning…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 23, 2022 at 10:40 AM

…as I was setting out more water for the pups, petting them and wishing Deek a good morning. He was a city worker, dressed in the traditional garb of a yellow nylon vest over a plaid shirt, helmet and blue jeans…and had just pulled up in a truck thirty feet from where I was tending to Deek and hounds. He hopped out of his vehicle and, as he walked by, gave me a thumbs up and said:

“That’s a good thing you’re doing, thank you!”

He was, of course, referring to my charitable gestures towards a homeless person. I told him:

“Thanks! He’s a good friend of mine for many years.”

Otherwise, an uneventful start to my day…ALSO a good thing. Deek was in excellent spirits, and his furry charges appeared happy and healthy, as they always do. They slept all night at that spot. I stepped out around midnight to check up on them, and saw that Lucky was comfortably curled up on a bunched jacket behind Deek’s bent knees, but Flaco was resting upon the concrete while scrunched up against her master’s torso. Deek was sound asleep, and when he is, NOTHING wakes him up. At least he had the good sense to lash their leases to the cart before crashing out.

Since I couldn’t ask his permission, I just pulled out of his shopping cart, a large, clean and thick drop cloth, and laid it close beside Flaco. She immediately took to it, and in no time was bundled up close to her master, with her little nose poking out, and golden eyes gazing up at me in gratitude. There was also a fluffy, small comforter in that same cart, so I threw it over Lucky, which pleased him. Glad to report it was very quiet all last night, including Deek and doggies. BTW:

YESTERDAY AFTERNOON I FINALLY BROKE DOWN AND PURCHASED THAT $130 REFURBISHED 14″ HP CHROMEBOOK! It will arrive on Monday…huzzah!

Grand total came to $141.21, because tax (free shipping). Before purchasing, I looked over my budget and saw that I CAN afford it NOW, and still have $301 remaining, after deducting my rent ($301.59), next smartphone payment ($21.50), Amazon Prime ($7.59/mo.), Google Drive ($1.99/mo.), and what’s left of Deek’s allowance for the month ($100). I’M SITTIN’ PRETTY in more ways than one. Thank God for Covid-boosted food stamps allotment!

Re: I received the nicest compliment this morning…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 23, 2022 at 12:28 PM

> That’s quite a picture….

With Flaco’s sweet attention bringing the whole scene together, the pic makes itself! I like the Doritos bag looming in the foreground, then the bicycle and shopping cart framing Deek and the doggies like a protective barrier.

I actually wanted to shoot it from the other side, but Deek was stirring and might have caught me in the act…which would’ve pissed him off.

They’re still there, and it’s now afternoon. I’m gonna step outside to see if they need more water. I already gave ’em a fresh supply of pooch vittles this morning.

I wonder how my quasi-fascist neighbor down the hall, Moe Fleisher, feels about them camping out so often almost below his window…especially since they’ve been so quiet for the most part, over the past two months or so. Resident manager Kevin ALSO resides above that corner, on the top floor.

They’ve witnessed this positive transformation over the months–from raucous to peaceful–so if they have a heart (which debate remains ongoing) they should be impressed and happy about it.

I feel like I’m living in an ant colony.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: I brought the hounds more water, and…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 23, 2022 at 1:23 PM

…took three more snapshots. I actually think having them around my building more often just may be the ticket towards establishing them as the mascots of Hotel California North! Residents will warm up to them, pet them, bring them food, treats, etc….and maybe even form a friendly bond with their master. The doggies are SO lovely, sweet and kind.

Subject: My Eviction Status Update
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 23, 2022 at 4:49 PM

Short while ago my attorney emailed me with an update, and some questions. Here is my reply:

–begin:

My attorney posted:

> Ok great. Thank you. I think it is fine to wait with a response to the summons and complaint for now until you get properly served. I trust you in reporting it to me on time when you receive it.

I will contact you immediately upon receive the summons and complaint, noting the date and time of delivery.

> I reviewed the summons and complaint more closely and they did not attach the lease agreement to the summons and complaint but in the complaint they claim that they attached it, so my plan is to start with a motion to have the landlord fix that when you get served.

Sounds good.

> Just let me know when you receive the summons and complaint and we can take it from there.

Roger that!

> In the meantime, a few more questions:
>
> Do you have any issues/defects in the unit right now? Things that are broken or not working? For example: no heat/no hot water/ no proper lock on the door/no working windows/pests etc.

We have fairly frequent bedbug infestations that never seem to clear up...been going on for years. One window has had a crack in it for years, that I told the manager about, but he never responded. The room has been in shabby condition overall for a LONG time, including exposed, splintery soft-wood floor. Radiator valve has been leaking for over a year, maybe two...so I just keep a bucket below it, and empty it every morning. Radiator heat is sometimes active, even when the nights are still warm, it can get like a sauna in here, even though I have it turned completely off. Years ago, a previous manager had styrofoam sleeves put over the vertical radiator pipe leading to the floor above, in order to reduce the amount of heat coming from it. That sleeve has been crumbling apart for several years now, bit by bit.

Last year I asked the manager if the radiator could be removed, he said yes, but never followed up. My little electric heater does a fine job of keeping me warm on cold nights, and it doesn't heat up my room when it isn't needed.

I actually have a great blog page with photos of my room, and some of the history living in it. Here it is.

I moved into this room in 1984, and the then-managers (a lesbian couple) gave me a $25 monthly deduction if I don't mind that they don't fix it up for me...so I said okay, and it was in the worn condition from the previous tenant's use. I never dreamed I'd be living here for more than three or four years, so it was no big deal to me.

Here is a picture of my cracked window, which cracks I have taped over.

And here is the shabby condition of my floor.

I have read the rent laws for California, and it says the landlord must fix up the unit (or offer to do that) every five years. I don't know what "fix up" entails, but one would think that does not exclude single rooms.

> Are you current on the rent?

Yes. I always pay my rent on time, never missed a beat. As you know, my rent check for June has been rejected, and the money is sitting in my bank, for that amount.

--end

Subject: Illusion vs. Reality
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2022 at 12:57 PM

I don’t regard illusion and reality as a “versus” at all, in that they are NOT in genuine opposition, but overlap and mingle. However, for the sake of argument let us proceed with my “versus” theory:

Assuming that Deek is indeed one of my bodhisattva guides, he is quite capable of creating an illusion at the drop of a hat. This would therefore include my witnessing him being either abusive or negligent towards the pups. For example:

When I see him yanking on their necks, that is not at all what’s happening…rather, Deek manifested the illusion of his doing so, in order to “test” me. And since I have no choice but to believe what my senses tell me, I have a moral obligation to speak out and confront him on that. IOW it would be foolish and irresponsible of me to ASSUME that’s an illusion, and remain quiet about it. For had I done so, his estimation of me would plummet, and he’d convey a lousy assessment of me to his higher-ups (whoever they may be).

For I HAVE seen him acting most affectionately towards the dogs at other times, and frequently. His presumably poor treatment may therefore be a RUSE for my “benefit”…that once again I am provided the opportunity to play the hero. And until further SOLID evidence that abuse or neglect of his charges are indeed illusory, it is wisest of me to continue to regard these offenses as real, and act accordingly.

This theory aligns perfectly with the broader application of my Bodhisattva Premise, which is:

“All tragic scenarios are illusory. Whether past or present, whether personal or on a grander scale (such as war). Each person in their own time will come to realize this, but not before all the harsher lessons have been learned. But KNOWING this secret does not let you off the hook from not acting upon what your senses convey. You MUST do whatever you can to relieve as much as possible the apparent suffering at hand. Then in what way does revelation of this secret benefit a person? Because in realizing it, your own grief is greatly ameliorated, and may be a positive influence on others.”

That’s it in a nutshell, Wattson. Of course there must be a thorough elaboration on this (what many may consider “startling”) synopsis, in order to present my case in a thorough and fair-minded way. Because anyone with questions deserves honest answers…though some may STILL not grok the reasoning or its benevolent implications, simply because they are not yet mature enough in spirit for that particular veil of illusion to be lifted. In which case, no matter how much explanation they receive, no matter how many examples given, it will go IN one ear and out the other.

But please note that I have ALREADY accomplished in previous chapters–scattered about my books like pearls of great price–answers to all POSSIBLE questions anyone might have on this matter. And for THAT reason you may breathe a sigh of relief as my first (and most avid) reader, as I will FOREGO said elaboration in this, my latest missive. WHEW!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: A MINUTE OF YOUR HELP, PLEASE, WATTSON!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2022 at 5:26 PM

I just need you to see if you can access the folder, and view any of the pages therein, before I send the following email to my attorney:

–begin:

Subject: Records of a lawsuit against Arikat Realty from early 2000s

You have private access to this Google Drive folder, which contains five sample pages from my sheaf of documents regarding a lawsuit successfully won by a group of residents, including myself. Serious issue regarding asbestos and lead, and grievances around the process of removing it. I’m thinking these records may help with my present case. I can bring you the whole sheaf. This is SF Superior Court Case #666999, “Olympia et al. vs. Ablahblah et al.”

–end

Re: A MINUTE OF YOUR HELP, PLEASE, WATTSON!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2022 at 6:08 PM

> Yes! Can see them all. Five of them.

Fantastic! I just realized it’s Friday and Ms. Elvensborn is not in her office…plus, it’s no longer working hours, anyway. So I’ll send it out Monday morning. I had a heck of a time digging up those papers, only due to my own stupidity.

I FORGOT that eight months back I had removed them from one of my boxes on the loft, which are also filled with my artwork from the ’90s (including three copyright certificates, one with 666 as the last three of six numbers, and it’s the “Don’t Tread on MOI” snake design, of all things…and the first three numbers are police code for homicide, imagine that)…along with my records and correspondence regarding Randolph Taylor’s suicide attempt and my resurrecting public concern about him. So eight months ago I had transferred the lawsuit documents into a large folder sheathed in a clear plastic travel pouch…and stashed it in the oblong plastic container by the window, where I also keep my summer shirts.

So I spent almost TWO FUKKIN HOURS pawing through those boxes on the loft with no success, then wondering WHERE the heck I put those lawsuit documents. Then I thought:

“Maybe I stuck them in that oblong plastic container where I store my summer shirts? Probably not, but I can’t leave ANY stone unturned.”

Don’t know WHY I moved those lawsuit pages to another location that makes it easier to get TO them. Suffice it to say my intuition was spot on, as I did NOT consciously foresee needing to access them, ever again.

Ah, the subconscious, my sweet, sweet subconscious! If I could yank my brain right out of its skull this very minute, I’d shower it with kisses!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: A MINUTE OF YOUR HELP, PLEASE, WATTSON! ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2022 at 6:22 PM

P.S.: In addition to those lawsuit papers stashed in that oblong box, I had also included your printout of a novel in progress that you kindly shared with me, accompanied with a “for your eyes only” note. The date stamp is partially washed out, so the month is unknown, but the year is ’02, and the day is the 27th. Proof our friendship goes back to at LEAST 2002. Don’t know WHY I transferred your draft to that oblong plastic box, along with the lawsuit papers. I guess THAT revelation must remain secret for awhile longer. But the two are OBVIOUSLY connected somehow, some way. Also: Timothy Dipalma’s speculation regarding a wormhole tunnel from my room (or at least, my building) to somewhere in Mendocino does not seem so farfetched any more! Do I hear the Twilight Zone theme song playing in the background right now? Yes, yes I do!

Re: A MINUTE OF YOUR HELP, PLEASE, WATTSON! ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2022 at 7:53 PM

> Gawrsh!! Is that a signpost up ahead??

All roads lead to Zeke…or Mendocino…depending on whether you’re comin’ or goin’, but wormhole distortion makes it impossible to tell, thanks to topological mojo and the hibble with the jibble and all that razzmatazz. Yay science!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Spent almost an hour last night…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2022 at 10:30 PM

…seated outside with the pups, sometimes partially reclined on the shabby blanket Deek provided. Lucky was fast asleep, but Flaco insisted on sitting up and watching the world go by…so long as her master is nowhere near. She also remains attentive for his return. But once he shows up again and stands within a few feet of her, she’s perfectly fine to lie back down and get some shuteye.

I noticed her shivering a bit as I held her in my arms and rubbed her belly…but the night was almost balmy, so I presume this was her nervousness being right along noisy foot traffic without her master close by. I told Deek he needs to crash out on a side street, just around the corner will do…so Flaco can get her rest for the night. She’s different than Lucky that way…it’s a BIG deal for her to protect her master from anyone’s approach…she doesn’t know WHO these people are!

Anyway, I got to hug and be close to BOTH pups for an exquisite 50+ minutes, though I didn’t care to be sitting on the sidewalk with so many passersby…and right in front of my building. But I’ll take what I can get, when it comes to enjoying their darling company. Someone offered me a can of soda, but I smiled and said no thanks. He jiggled the can before me and said it’s empty, I can recycle it. It was then I realized he thought I was homeless. He was a nice fellow anyway, so I just said oh, okay, thanks, and took it from his hand.

My tablet is set up to video record anyone at my door, once I open it. Then the viewer of that video will see the landlord (or whomever) standing there to hand deliver the Court Summons. Easy peasy, because the tablet is already posed that way for normal, everyday use. I just have to click on the camera icon, then the front-facing option, and I’m good to go! Here is a test run (21 seconds).

And here’s my latest Youtube video taken today, just 5 seconds, called “No Privacy!”:

Even though I reside on the second floor, sometimes there is this or that city worker right outside my window, doing something with the cables, the streetlamp, or in this case, untangling the rainbow flag during Pride Week.

Party atmosphere outside of course, it’s Pride Weekend. And I’m glad Deek and hounds haven’t shown up tonight, due to the crowds. Though it’s not particularly noisy, nothing “wild,” just folks in friendly chatter milling about and moving along. I’m impressed. Never seen a Gay Pride Saturday night so mellow, before.

Pleasant dreams, Wattson! Tomorrow’s the grand parade. Will they invite me to march at the head of the festive event, or will I just be left behind in the dust of my hovel? Oh, what a cliffhanger this is, but I’m sure you’re too tired to turn the page at this late hour…so you’ll just have to set the book down on your bedstand for the nonce, and resume the reading OF it upon the next rise of the sun, and the dawn of a new life!

Which last five words of the previous paragraph are also the title of the last chapter of Free Me From This Bond.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: The Scene Outside
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2022 at 11:14 PM

Very mellow tonight…unexpectedly so! 15 boring seconds:

But earlier in the day, it WAS kinda noisy…albeit for good reason: a march to demonstrate in opposition to the death of Roe vs. Wade. 14 boring seconds:

Everything’s coming to a crescendo in my world: the timing of this eviction crisis, Gay Pride Week, my birthday, a fabulous attorney shows up to save the day, Deek’s vastly improved behavior, the eradication of a woman’s right to privacy soon to be followed by nullification of the rights of LGBTs and other minorities, your unanticipated arrival in SF with Erwyn on June 16th that marked a splendiferously gorgeous day, my rekindled rapport with Calvin Hope (and a new one with Kind Warlock), my refurbished Chromebook due to arrive shortly gratis Amazon Prime…and this annoying, little tough skin tag growing out the side of my neck that’s returned after drying and shriveling up into nothing three months ago thanks to a dab of tea tree oil rubbed into it several days in a row, but has returned again, so I’m applying the oil once more, this time for extra days to be sure it’ll be gone for good.

WHO CAN DENY THE STARTLING SYNCHRONICITY OF SUCH PROFOUND EVENTS THAT CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: A MINUTE OF YOUR HELP, PLEASE, WATTSON! ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 25, 2022 at 10:29 PM

> Alas, the chip you sent (bet you can’t eat just one) appears to be nonfunctional. I tested out the adapter with a different chip, and that one worked, so it ain’t the adapter or the computer. Rats! Some kind of mini-rebellion of inanimate objects goin’ on here.

Oh fudge. It worked fine for me, I tested it and the videos play. Are you sure you can play .mkv files on your system? I mean, can you view the files, but they refuse to play when you double-click on ’em?

‘Cause if it’s just an .mkv problem, you can install a free and excellent media player called VLC, which handles that format and many others, like a boss.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: A MINUTE OF YOUR HELP, PLEASE, WATTSON! ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2022 at 12:15 PM

> The external drive (E on my computer) does not even appear, alas. It does with a different chip in the adapter, no prob.

Okay, that narrows it down. You may as well reformat the chip, and use it for your own needs…or mail it back, I don’t really care. It’s only 16GB. Meanwhile, I will send you the same files on a standard size sd card in a day or two. It’s been lying around forever, and is a whopping 64 GB…but I really have no need for it. I will reformat it first, before copying the files over. My conclusion:

This is one of the UNTOLD Sister Boniface mysteries, not in the TV series.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Found an old, standard 8 GB card…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2022 at 6:21 PM

…lying around in the back of my computer junk cabinet. I will mail it out tomorrow. Just as well, because I didn’t know there were two more episodes for season 1, that I didn’t include in that funky microchip. AIN’T THAT SYNCHRONISTICALLY COPACETIC!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Found an old, standard 8 GB card…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2022 at 10:13 PM

> It sho’ nuff is!

Smokin’! Two months ago I originally downloaded 7 episodes, though the 8th one was online, as well. Unfortunately, it had no seeders, so impossible to acquire. But around two weeks later, discovered ep. 8 now had several seeders, and was thus obtainable. I foolishly concluded, then, that season one was complete with the 8th. I finally got around to sharing them with you, and deleted the original downloads from my drive.

But since you informed me the microchip was defunct–and I really wanted you to enjoy the series–I had no choice but to do it all over again, whereby I found the entire season all wrapped up in one, large, 2.6 GB compressed file. So I decided to download THAT instead of clicking on each separate episode on the “sister boniface” search list, of which there were but 7 episodes. I sensibly assumed that downloading the compressed file would give me all eight shows.

But to my surprise and delight, upon opening that bloated file I discovered episodes 9 and 10! I just finished watching the 9th ep., and enjoyed it immensely. It was about “twinning” two towns, the one S. Boniface lives in, the other in Germany. A way of healing the rift from WW2. Remember, this series is set in the sixties.

And of course, since the good nun lives there, another murder HAD to happen or we wouldn’t have a show! I love how these British mystery series with amateur detectives, always have homicides handily occur at a convenient walking distance from the sleuth (or sleuth team, as sometimes these shows feature a pair of friends or siblings, or whatever). Makes you think that the REAL murders were actually committed by a serial killer (or pair of ’em), instead of the one so accused at the end…just so the star sleuth(s) of the show would have something to brag about, for having “solved” the latest crime!

Can you imagine Sister Boniface scuttling about under cover of night, bumping off one person after another, a week apart in order to keep the series going…and planting false evidence to take the focus and suspicion away from her?

I plan to watch the 10th and final episode in a short while from now.

Alas, yet another Pride March and I wasn’t invited to lead the parade. What the fuk is wrong with them? They should have their heads examined…or better yet: rolled!

No Deek and pups last night or this evening…just as well, because of the masses of celebrants here in the Castro. My new Chromebook arrives tomorrow, sometime before 9 PM. Oh joy!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: My Slummy Morning
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2022 at 10:18 AM

Besides the trashy sidewalk (see pic) I was awakened this morning by the cacophony of jackhammers pounding away. This 7-second video shows exactly what I saw and heard the moment I stepped out the front gate.

Caption: “Jackhammers and a blocked sidewalk were this morning’s challenge to get through on my way to Rosenberg’s around the corner to purchase my usual early-bird steaming cup of java…the day after Pride March. The glittery festivities are over, and it’s back to the dreary ‘normal.’ I guess we should count our lucky gay stars there wasn’t a Christo-Fascist Domestic Terrorist Massacre to put a damper on the celebration. Maybe next year.”

So today may or may not be the day Ablahblah Realty hand delivers a Court Summons. Maybe this will expand into a string of “may or may not” days…I just love the anticipation, and waking up to it! /s

Now, a reflection upon my quasi-friendly encounter with my neighbor, Asher, on 22 May (the one who left a note on my door about starting a tenants union for this building):

He was most likely acting as spy for the building manager, since his questions matched exactly what one would ask in such a role. And his shaky voice, dry mouth and nervous body language indicated SOMEthing was going on other than a casual encounter. But ask me if I care:

I don’t. I accept all players in my living diorama to be part of the grand scheme scripted by my wondrous bodhisattva guardians. This stressful, drawn-out scenario is nothing more than a challenge for me to overcome what feelings remain of anxiety, fear, anger or any other negative emotion. And I believe I’ve scored an A+++ thus far, and always will for as long as the test continues.

FYI: it was Calvin Hope who–after looking over the tenants union note–suggested that it might have been a ruse fabricated by the building manager, to see if I’d post any complaints on the Facebook page, and perhaps entrap me as a result. Or just wanted to find out what he might be up against. Which implies that Asher’s note was taped to my door and no one else’s. I DID check out all the other doors in my hallway when I removed it from my own portal, and did NOT see a single envelope attached anywhere else!

BIG FAIL on his/their part, if such be the case!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Latest private email from Nazi reprobate Spike Dewars
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announce, MCN discussion
Date: June 27, 2022 at 12:52 PM

Yesterday I received the following email from him:

–begin:

Subject: Have a nice day FAGGOT ?
From: Spike Dewars
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: June 26, 11:41 AM

We did, driving up and down the cool Mendo coast in my classic Stutgart German made Mercedes. Had a nice meal at the Westport Hotel after a day on the beach drinking beer and having a picnic.

Well, we're back home now.

Enjoy that WONDERFUL faggot life in your Castro Gay Ghetto.

Sieg Heil !

–end

Attached were four innocuous photos, apparently to show me just what a nice time he had yesterday…and that he’s livin’ the dream and I should be ferociously jealous. IOW: your typical drama queen display of ostentatiousness that comes of gross male insecurity and worship of expensive goods that he thinks proves to the world what a great success he is. Nothing could be further from the truth!

Funny thing is, these are OLD photos he sent me two years back, as well! And the embedded data in the hotel pic reveals that the snapshot was NOT taken on the day before, but on March 4, 2004! See for yourself, in the fifth link below.

That was what…18 years ago? He already looks OLD in that pic, so I can’t IMAGINE how decrepit he appears these days. And that lady with him: I bet shortly after the photo was taken she came to her senses and walked out on the idiot for good!

So, just as I suspected, Mr. Braggadocio Dewars did NOT visit San Francisco yesterday; he’s just a compulsive liar with Nazi-type Walter Mitty Fantasies. Amirite, Ms. 2-Biased? Woo-hoo!

Subject: Unboxing My Chromebook
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2022 at 2:53 PM

Just arrived an hour ago. The video is 1 minute, 17 seconds:

Refurbished by Amazon: $130 for this HP 14″ model with 4 GB RAM and 64 GB storage. Quite a bargain, looks spanking new, and the display and speakers are good quality. I look forward to installing Linux to run beside Chromebook OS. Best of all: software and security updates will continue until June 2029! By which time, if I’m still using it, I can run it solely on Linux! All my settings and apps from my “old” Chromebook (which I got off the streets, used and rather dilapidated, and stopped working a month later) were installed on my new device…a rather pleasing feature.

Re: Unboxing My Chromebook
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2022 at 3:15 PM

> SO cool!!!!

Definitely. Because purchasing this Chromebook is also a stubborn affirmation that I SHALL remain a resident OF this room for time immemorial, no matter WHICH demons come knocking at my door to scare me away, or how frequently they try. I hereby change the popular (and rather hackneyed) phrase, “Life goes on” to “Zeke goes on.” Huzzah!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: My Slummy Morning
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2022 at 5:05 PM

> I’m in awe of your calm and forbearance…

Me too…didn’t know I had it in me, but now I know. My chest bursts with pride, like in that horror film, “Alien,” only cute.

> On a separate note: I was just talking on the phone with retired psychiatrist friend of mine, and I told her about my ongoing dilemma with Van’s widow. My friend said it sounds as if Darly would qualify for SSI. I agree, and I’m going to look into it. Problem is; one of Darly’s areas of insanity involves fear and hatred of Social Services…

I wonder how authentic that “fear and hatred” really is. She’d rather create needless grief by sucking on your finances. Misery loves company, as the saying goes…and she may be in a tailspin of grief from the loss of a loved one, which can cause a person to conjure up tragic scenarios for those around her.

Deek is the same way, he said he NEVER takes gov’t handouts (like it’s something to brag about)…so I reminded him he benefits from MY gov’t handouts, and that most of the free meals and other services he accepts are from gov’t funding. But I understand his situation, because in his circumstance, accepting SSI will force him to go indoors in some lonely dump, probably have to give up his dogs, and also be locked into appointments with a social worker, drug rehab, etc.

Darly, however, is sitting pretty when it comes to being in an ideal circumstance to receive SSI. She’d also be eligible for other services, such as housecleaning and drop-in assistance for other needs. Under such dire and desperate circumstances, you probably can NOT keep Van’s wish that you remain her guardian. Not at the cost of your own demise…and I’m sure he’d understand.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: COURT SUMMONS JUST DELIVERED!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 29, 2022 at 10:27 AM

Here is what I just emailed to my attorney:

–begin:

Around 10:10 AM today. Here is a 48 second video of the encounter (shot from my Chromebook sitting on the desk).

And here's a backup link to that same video.

–end

Re: COURT SUMMONS JUST DELIVERED!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 29, 2022 at 12:11 PM

> Who was that who delivered the papers??

The PATRIARCH of the Ablahblah dynasty, IOW: the fukkin OWNER of this building.

> That sounded fairly promising….”We’ll work it out.”

It was an APOLOGY…the first of many to come. I wonder if Kevin has already been reprimanded. Dammit, there are many disadvantages to NOT being a fly on the wall!

> Whew!!!!!!!!! At least THAT suspenseful wait is over!!!!

To put it mildly. Still waiting on Ms. Elvensborn’s reply, but I’m not anxious about it. I have since uploaded the video of the court summons delivery to my Youtube channel. I know you’ve already seen it, but the description is priceless:

There was a knock on my door at 10:10 AM. It was the hand delivery of my court summons regarding threat of eviction upon yours truly. It was a wrongful series of false accusations that led to this crisis. However, I have a superb attorney, and it looks very much like Ablahblah Realty is going to drop all charges. For me, it’s been a lesson in faith that “we have no enemies, only teachers” as the Buddha once said. I therefore do not lust for vengeance on my so-called enemies, and even seek to make this debacle a win-win outcome for all parties involved. This has also been another kind of lesson for me: how to release fear, worry, anger and any other negative emotion, enjoy each day no matter what threats loom on the horizon, and bless the world and everyone in it. IT FUKKIN WORKS!

Subject: My attorney’s reply, and my response:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 29, 2022 at 2:08 PM

Enjoy!

–begin:

On Wed, Jun 29, 2022 at 8:33 PM Magdalena Elvensborn wrote:

> Ok, thanks for letting me know. That means that the response will be due on Thursday July 7, 2022 and I will work on it. Was your lease agreement attached to the Summons and Complaint? Also, do you know the person who gave you the papers? Thank you.

No, my lease agreement was not included. The summons is comprised of ten pages. You can view them all on my Gdrive, where the file names start with "summons" and are numbered consecutively.

As for the name of the person who delivered them: as you can tell in the video, he never said who he was. I am presuming it was Mr. Ablahblah himself, who is the property owner. He said you should call him. The video is entitled "court-summons-delivered_22-06-29."

–end

We’re off to the races, Wattson, lookin’ good! His failure to state his name, and to not include my rental contract in the summons can certainly buy me more time. But I don’t see any real need to stretch things out, as my success is already in the bag. Meow!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: My attorney’s 2nd post today:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 29, 2022 at 3:18 PM

–begin:

On Wed, Jun 29, 2022 at 3:11 PM Magdalena Elvensborn wrote:

> I think it was probably the attorney of the landlord.

Okay.

> Please know that it is illegal to record someone without their permission in CA, just so you know.

Okay, thanks. But the recording is shadowy, the visitor is therefore indistinguishable, his name was not stated...thus remains anonymous in that video. It is for my personal records only. At any rate, I just removed it from my Gdrive. I thought it would be legal to use like a hidden security camera...sorry!

> So, the landlord claims in the complaint that they attached the lease, but they did not, so I will file a demurrer on Thursday for that. I don’t need your signature for that, it will just delay things for now. In the meantime, I will reach out to the landlord’s attorney again to try to get this dismissed. I don’t know why they are moving forward with this UD.

I'm guessing lack of communication between their attorney and the landlord. The visitor seemed apologetic, himself...very friendly, and is why I suspect it's Mr. Arikat himself, not their lawyer. Since I presume you didn't watch the video, here's a transcript:

"Hey, Zeke, I'm here to give you the legal papers, so you should take this to your legal aid attorney, and they'll be in touch, and I'm assuming the dogs aren't here any more...we'll work it out, make sure no more violations, no more problems, alright...tell your attorney to call me, tell them you've gotten served with papers...and we're gonna work it out...apparently there have been some issues...and so we'll resolve all of that."

Thanks again for your diligence, Ms. Elvensborn, greatly appreciated, to say the least.

–end

Subject: My attorney’s 3rd post today:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 29, 2022 at 4:09 PM

–begin:

On Wed, Jun 29, 2022 at 3:55 PM Magdalena Elvensborn wrote:

> It cannot be the landlord himself because he is by law not allowed to serve the papers to you because he is a party to this action. That would be a defect. You have never seen Mr. Arikat before?

That's what you said in one of your earlier emails, but the one you sent on 6/21/22, 4:47 PM, said:

"The landlord has to personally serve you with the attached summons and complaint and then the 5 court days will start to tick to respond."

Be that as it may, it's been so many years since I saw him last, I don't remember what he looks like. He may have lost considerable weight since then, as the fellow who served the summons was not just elderly, but skinny.

–end

Re: My attorney’s 4th (and last) post today:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 29, 2022 at 6:05 PM

–begin:

On Wed, Jun 29, 2022 at 4:18 PM Magdalena Elvensborn wrote:

> Yes, I realize that that is confusing. I apologize. The landlord has to serve you but he cant do it himself because he is a party in this case. We still say the landlord served you although he just gave a third party the actual assignment of serving the documents. Not sure if that makes sense? Let me know if not and I can try to explain better. Thank you.

Aha, I understand your point...thanks! I just think this serving of papers is a sloppy arrangement (though legal), because not required to certify the delivery in some way, such as getting my signature, recording the transaction, or having a witness there. It can come down to his word against mine. And if they must make three delivery attempts before getting the court's permission to mail the summons, what's to stop them from claiming they've made all three attempts, though they may not have, at all? Again, their word against mine. And what's to stop a renter from refusing to answer any of those three knocks on the door?

At any rate, please don't mind my questions, as I am sure you are ridiculously busy helping many other vulnerable people, and I do not care to drain you of your valuable time with queries that won't facilitate my case. I'd rather you take every free moment you get, to just RELAX...rather than answer some questions about the legal process I may have. I'm just reflecting on this interesting debacle I've been sucked into

Have an excellent evening, Magdalena!

–end

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The Eviction Fiasco (part 10)

June 19, 2022

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 6: Chapter 1]

Subject: Above and Beyond the Call of Duty
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2022 at 12:44 AM

Just this morning when I stepped out for my java break, there was Shorty (Deek’s ex-girlfriend, or so he claims) sitting on her haunches by the bus stop, and munching on a smallish loaf of fluffy dessert bread chock full of plump, juicy blueberries! It was like a ginormous muffin, chunks of which she picked out with her fingers and placed in her mouth, one by one. So I turned to her and said:

“Hello Shorty, nice morning isn’t it?”

She looked up at me for a flash, nodded her head in agreement without pausing in relishing that succulent street score. I bent over to take a closer look:

“BLUEberries, my all-time favorite!”

She did NOT respond, but continued diving in to her blueberry cloud…and who could blame her? I, for one, was HAPPY that such simple enjoyment was hers on this lovely morning. And then I blurted:

“You look very SHARP today, the way you’re dressed…great outfit! Nice haircut, too.”

“Thank you,” she replied in her usual, raspy voice without a pause from noshing.

Not wishing to disturb her taste-bud reverie any further, I said it’s good to see her again, wished her a wonderful day, and departed. But no more than a few steps later, I decided to say something else that would bring her cheer, so approached her once more, to declare:

“I saw you and a friend behind my building two days ago, cleaning up after Deek!”

She nodded again while still focused on her berry-cake delight, and I tossed her this compliment with a wink and a smile:

“That was above and beyond the call of duty!”

“Thank you,” she replied once again.

I decided some minutes after returning hovel, to step back out and take the following snapshot:

You can see that Shorty is neatly attired and sports a spiffy crew cut these days. And from her earlobes dangled a pair of petite gold earrings that shimmered in the sunlight flickering beneath the breeze-kissed leaves. Can’t show you her face, as I don’t want to offend or frighten her by taking a photo without permission. Suffice it to say she has a fresh, pixiesh visage with silver-cerulean eyes. If only her teeth were not so decayed, she’d look fabulous from head to toe!

Enlarge that image and you’ll see the b&w design on her hoodie depicting the word “MONEY,” a few dollar signs, and what appears to be a movie reel. I have NO idea what that’s all about, but it is what it is.

Now, another pic showing her at rest an hour later:

I was glad to see she had additional tasty vittles awaiting her next repast: a quart-size container of pineapple chunks and what looked to me like a big, fat empanada, or something similar. Other fresh comestibles lied strewn about her slumbering form, but I wasn’t ABOUT to take a closer look, out of respect for her personal space, as tenuous as that is.

Now here’s a snapshot from my hallway window, of just SOME of the junk Deek left behind Wednesday, on my building’s 16th Street side:

It’s mostly twenty or so small tubes of artist’s paint, that Deek used to spot up his baggy denim pants. I guess my trickster thinks he’s a bird of paradise, or trying to pass himself OFF as one! In addition to the tubes, he left OTHER assorted debris strewn about, including old clothing, hard-plastic paraphernalia, a broken, brown-leather and plumped-up office chair and small, lumpy bags filled with god only knows what!

But about two hours later–to both my surprise and delight–I saw Shorty and another drifter cleaning up the entire mess! Here’s a snapshot showing them still active at their self-assigned chore, but almost done:

Now let’s rewind to around 7:45 AM that same day:

I had just arisen from my cart (oops, I meant to type “cot,” I’m NOT homeless yet!) to begin another day, when I heard Flaco’s distinctive barks outside…just several, and no more. From my window I espied Deek seated at the bus stop, his two pups (of course, and may that always be so), and another transient seated alongside them. It was a friendly gathering, and hushed. Since the pandemic fiasco took off, Market Street in the early morning is often so quiet you could hear a rubber dildo keychain-bauble drop.

“That’s nice,” I thought, “Deek’s showing enough consideration to wait until 10 AM, or until he sees the curtains pulled back. I think I’ll step out now to surprise him.”

My decision to allow the disruption of my early morning hours comes from the heart, in light of Deek’s new burden of having the doggies foisted upon him 24/7, rather than my providing them with healing sanctuary on a frequent basis, as I’ve been doing for more than a year and a half. Until the Ogre Manager and one of his Nasty Minions decided to toss a monkey wrench into the works, possibly costing the dogs their good health and spirits, and maybe even their very lives, in the long run!

“Oh, hey,” he turned to me upon my unexpected appearance, “I hope Flaco didn’t wake you up!”

“No she didn’t,” I said. “I heard her bark, but I was already up.”

I then handed him the usual plastic grocery bag to deposit his electronics, and while he rummaged through his cart I greeted the hounds with loving hugs and kisses. When I finally stood up to reclaim the bag, his companion had left his seat to stretch nearby. He’s around 32, skinny and dressed in a raucously hued tie-dye shirt, a pair of faded jeans a size too large but held up by a cheap belt, and a pair of floppy Converse sneakers THREE sizes too large. His hair was a bright, artificial shade of reddish orange.

He winked at me then, and flashed a broad smile, exposing a horrid set of badly stained teeth, with one missing here, two missing there, and two or three MORE missing from various OTHER gum locations. His upper front ivories were SHOVEL teeth…pointing down proudly over the entryway to a deep, dark caven. Like my OWN single remaining incisor.

“He sure looks HOT with his shirt off!” he confided to me in an embarrassingly strident timbre and bright, glassy eyes. “I’ve seen a LOT of dudes his age naked, and I’m tellin’ ya NONE of ’em look NOWHERE near good as Deek!”

Needless to say, Wattson, I was DESperately eager to get the fuk outta there at that point, but I DID notice Deek’s bare chest suddenly puff up in pride.

“Ya gotta be kiddin’ me,” I thought. “He’s nothing special in the looks department. But who am I to judge, as it appears that Red-Head here may have finally gotten me off the hook with Deek’s periodic attempts to cajole me to take him upstairs for a few minutes of ‘manly’ relief, much to my alarm and disgust!”

“Uh, I suppose so,” I replied with a wan smile, then scurried on back hovel with gizmos in hand.

Some minutes later a patrol car pulled up alongside the bus stop, until Deek and gang (by this time two more vagrants had joined him) got the hint and migrated around the corner on 16th Street.

Some time later, after I ate breakfast and got some more writing under my belt, I realized the pups probably would appreciate a couple bowls of water, so I brought it downstairs where Deek and hounds were camped out behind my building. By now his companions had departed, and Deek was busy dotting up his dungarees with colorful splotches of paint. Open tubes were scattered all over the place, while Lucky was comfortably resting upon the cushioned back of that broken chair (because it lay askew on the sidewalk with the seat now vertical), and Flaco was walking around the shopping cart further up the hill, sniffing about.

It was then I noticed she had a wide stripe of iridescent gold across her right side from haunch to shoulder…not opaque, but a ghostly overlay that actually heightened the beauty of her brindle fur. As if someone had painted it with a broad brush. Then I put two and two together, with a jolt:

“Deek, she has that paint on her, you need to wash it off!”

“Do I?” he mused. “It’s not permanent.”

“I don’t know about that,” I warned, then picked up a tube to see if it were oil based, acrylic, or watercolor…but I could NOT read the tiny print without my glasses. So I threw down the tube and told him:

“It doesn’t matter, Deek. The ingredients could be poisonous for dogs, so you don’t want her licking on it.”

“Well, I don’t know how it got on her,” he softly replied with a subtle grin. “It’s not my fault.”

“Yes it is,” I admonished. “You have all these open tubes lying around, with splotches of paint on the sidewalk. It’s YOU’RE responsiblity to keep the dogs from lying down on that crap.”

He didn’t respond, but continued decorating his jeans, so I pushed further:

“THAT is why you should always provide cardboard for them to rest on, instead of the dirty sidewalk, Deek! They could pick up germs and get sick or infected, or gum get stuck in their fur, and if they chew it off they could CHOKE to death! Or some kind of toxic liquid or sludge!”

“But I don’t HAVE any water to clean it off,” he nonchalantly retorted, “so I guess YOU gotta take care of it.”

“Right,” I sighed while examining Lucky to see if he, too, were likewise colorized. He wasn’t.

I returned a few minutes later with a large bowl of water and four microfiber rags and began wiping the gold paint from Flaco’s side. Fortunately, it washed off after five minutes or so, withOUT any soap, and she was very patient and happy to receive my gentle touch and kind words. And I enjoyed giving her many hugs in the process. Later that day it hit me:

She didn’t “accidentally” lie down on the paint, otherwise she’d have SPLOCTHES here and there, not a lovely stripe so artfully brushed across her fur! Deek did it INTENTIONALLY. “I don’t know how it got on her,” my ass!

More of Deek’s screechings occurred yesterday afternoon, but it didn’t go on long, nor was it as loud as previous times. Plus, he was surrounded by three street comrades there by the bus stop…unusual, because he’d always made it a point, previously, to only scream at me when no one else was around.

“I’m sick of your jaberring nonsense,” he screehed as I approached him upon exiting the front gate. “You never have anything to say, it’s just yammer yammer yammer!”

I calmly stopped before him, with his buddies seated between us, and calmly replied:

“I never say anything to you that isn’t important, Deek. And besides, ALL your friends know about your temper tantrums and are sick of it.”

“Oh they do, do they,” he snarked back. “I suppose I need to take medication to help me cope? Do you have a doctor to recommend?”

“Cut it out, Deek,” I countered. “You’re actually doing GREAT, I just want you to stop having anxiety attacks around my building, if you don’t mind.”

I had to walk by him and his gaggle several times, on my errands, seeing as they were parked right out front. The seond time I stepped out and walked in his direction, I intended to just pass by without speaking to him, as I was just going to the corner shop two blocks up Noe. But he wouldn’t have it, instead he smiled up at me from where he sat:

“So ya gonna go shopping right now?”

“Look Deek,” I retorted, “I have a life outside of you, I didn’t come out here to have another argument. I feel like you’re SPYING on me.”

He just tilted himself further back, with palms pressed behind him on the concrete, for support:

“Well, I just wanna know because I’m planning to pick up my devices soon!”

I then stood there looking up at the sky to think, then told him: “I’ll be back in ten minutes or so, you can wait THAT long.”

The FOURTH time I had to stroll by Deek and pals, he called to me as I attempted to elude his attention, but failed:

“You know I’m just fukkin with ya, right?”

I turned to him and agreed:

“Yes, Deek, and you’re very GOOD at it. Now let me go around the corner to sit on the bench, enjoy the warm sun and cool breezes, and my break from writing, please!”

So I’d say it’s a good report on Deek’s latest behavior. It’s just HEARTbreaking to see the pups for barely a minute, each time they’re out there…even though their master may be camped out by the ATMs or the bus stop or behind the building for HOURS. Imagine that: they’re often RIGHT BELOW MY WINDOW and I can’t hang out with them! Just earlier this evening, Deek and hounds dropped by, and as soon as I reached out to pet them both, Lucky rolled over on his back and started to squirm and twitch all over the sidewalk, with tongue hanging out from the brightest doggy smile I’ve ever seen! His amazing way of saying just how HAPPY he is to see me again! And Flaco, in her usual, infinitely sincere style, pressed herself firmly against my legs as I stroked her lovely golden fur and she reached out to touch my lowered face with a dainty paw.

They want so BADLY to visit me, they are always overjoyed whenever I appear in their world, but sad and disappointed that my appearances are brief. Part of the problem is that their owner won’t ALLOW me to spend a little more time with them. But I guess it’s better that way, as they need to remain accustomed to being stuck outside 24/7 until that extraordinary breakthrough occurs any day now, and the world will be my tofu oyster.

NOW, TO WRAP THINGS UP (7 vignettes):

1.
That fellow with orange-red hair who’s been hangin’ with Deek lately, and helps watch over the mutts, is called (appropriately enough) “Red.” And I believe he’s the one dressed in drag last Monday, zoned out near Deek behind my building, and wearing a large floppy hat and pink gown.

2.
Two days ago I attempted to retrieve two, large discarded hoodies resting on the trash bin out front…the start of my collecting warm clothing to provide blankets for the pups, for when the nights are cold. The idea is to stash a large supply of such items, since Deek repeatedly fails to gather these provisions himself, to keep the dogs warm. I figure come next winter, I’ll be better prepared, especially since their master keeps LOSING stuff, and I may need to replace them every few days, or even sooner!

I saw them on my way back from Rosenberg’s, checked ’em out to discover they were weighty, warm and clean…so I rushed upstairs to procure a trash bag, so I wouldn’t risk bugs infesting my room, and I can launder them in due time. But once I stepped back outside, some elderly homeless lady was standing by the bin and looking them over!

“Drat!” I thought. “I was only gone less than a minute and THIS happens!”

I decided to stand around from a distance of twenty feet, acting like I’m waiting for an Uber, though actually hoping she’d lose interest and move on, so I could claim the hoodies. But no, she took her sweet time checking each one over…first she’d toss one into her cart, then yank it back out…then the other one, then yank it out, too…then take BOTH, then change her mind and place them back on the trash bin…and right when it looked like she didn’t want either one and began pushing her cart towards Noe Street, she suddenly turned about and snatched them up! Meanwhile, my coffee I left upstairs had grown cold by this time…perhaps even moldy.

Ironically, about a half hour later when I peered out the hallway window to see if Deek were still parked behind my building I saw that yes indeed he was…and guess who was with him, chatting away? That same old lady who still had the hoodies in her cart! Can’t win for losing.

3.
Last night around 11:30 PM when I had stepped out for a few minutes to enjoy the chill, night air, a patrol car followed by an ambulance had rolled up in front of my building with sirens wailing and cops jumping out of their vehicle to reach the front gate. I ran up to them and said I live here, I’ll let you in. Turned out that, once again, they were here for my Bohemian neighbor, Karlsen, as they asked if I’m the one who called from 207. I told them no, but I know who he is.

Once I swung the gate open and the officers stepped inside, I expected them to dash to the second floor to reach his apartment, but they didn’t. For here came Karlsen hobbling down the stairs to meet them! Once he reached the lobby, I told him to take it easy, and returned hovel. Now I wonder, Wattson, just what kind of medical emergency is this, where an elderly person can escort himself down the stairs, rather than wait for the medics to reach his abode? Maybe someday I’ll find out, if he doesn’t kick the old bucket first.

He has, BTW, landed a job as an “ambassador” for The City. Good for tourism, as they are assigned to various districts and walk up to those who appear to be vacationing, greet them and offer them directions and/or interesting discussions about this or that place, local history, and so on. $21 an hour, not too shabby! I told Karlsen this is a good job for him, as he’ll meet all sorts of interesting people, one or more of whom just might need an illustrator or other artwork, and could hire him! Karlsen has been assigned to the Embarcadero/downtown area, which is PERFECT.

4.
Hohokum tobacco and gift shop may be on the chopping block! As indicated by a postcard delivered to all residents by SF’s Board of Appeals. Apparently, they’ve been caught selling flavored tobacco…ha, ha! Here’s the postcard:

They will likely be suspended for fifteen days, from selling ANY kind of tobacco. Heck, that’s just a slap on the wrist, good doctor! But hopefully, this will lead to reports and discoveries of OTHER illegal behavior that will eventually shut down that abortion of an establishment!

5.
I’m just a teensy bit away from completing THIS chapter, which I was hoping would mark the finale to my Brindlekin Tales trilogy. In fact, THIS missive is so lengthy, it’s bound to be this chapter’s end. I sincerely DESPISE the idea of breaking into a NEW chapter with a string of sub-chapters from A to Z for yet a third time! So now I’m thinking about POSSIBLY extending Chapter 18z into “Chapter 18z – 001,” “Chapter 18z – 002,” and so on, for as long as it takes to culminate into the happiest outcome possible. Surely that will occur long before I reach sub-segment “18z – 999!” Though I imagine our LGBT Family will be more sensible and break Book 3 down into three separate books, thus giving a total FIVE books composing my Brindlekin Tales: not a trilogy, but a QUINTERNITY! Speaking of which:

I just discovered this page (from Reddit’s Carl Jung sub of all places), by searching for “quinternity” to be sure of the spelling, and if it’s even a real word because it couldn’t be found on dictionary.com, which said instead “Did you mean quaternity?”:

Christianity – Trinity, Quaternity or Quinternity?

6.
Well, it’s now 11:37 PM and Deek dropped by to pick up his gadgets and get more dog food. He was seated by the bus stop atop some bedding, and the pooches were enjoying a meal: Lucky five feet away from Deek, and Flaco right beside him. He does that so neither one nor the either starts eating from their sibling’s bowl. But they weren’t eating at the moment, so I reached out to pet and hug them each…when all of a sudden their master hollered at me:

“Get outta here now, let them eat! They stopped eating because YOU’RE here!”

“Deek, that’s not true,” I said. “They were taking a break, so I greeted them before going back inside.”

“Well you can go back outside NOW!” he barked.

So I then looked down at him and directly in the eye:

“You need to snap out of it, Deek, you hear me? SNAP, SNAP out of it! SNAP SNAP SNAP!”

“Alright, alright, just leave me alone,” he muttered.

“Leave you alone?” I replied. “I’m not even bothering you. One day you praise me to the heavens, another day you fuck with my head. This has gotta STOP, Deek!”

“Shut UP!” he hollered from where his head and the rest of him was now tucked inside the large comforter.

“Why are you even sleeping here, Deek?” I admonished. “I asked you many times to not crash out in front of my building at night, because of the heavy foot traffic that keeps Flaco awake and barking on and off through the night, to protect you.”

He didn’t say a word at that point, so I pet the dogs one more time and returned hovel. But some twenty minutes later I realized they also could use some water, so filled two bowls and brought them down, where I set them beside the shopping cart, close enough to get to the water while still leashed up. The dogs were now tucked in beside Deek, Lucky by his bent legs where you could only discern him as a lump under the blanket, while Flaco lay close to his chest and in his arms, her head poking out to watch all who passed by, in her desire to guard him with her life.

I HOPE Flaco gets some sleep, but she keeps pushing her nose and eyes back outside from under the cover every time Deek attempts to pull her beneath it. At least, this time around, she hasn’t emitted a single bark yet, but silently watches, instead. In spite of her master’s nasty behavior towards me, I am nonetheless gratified he’s doing a good job of keeping them comfy and warm tonight. Though I don’t understand WHY he insists on sleeping right outside my building, with so much foot traffic and brassy jerkwads slinking by. Before returning upstairs, I took this snapshot:

7,
I haven’t heard from you since you emailed me that you’re here in the city with Erwyn, for his medical appointment at Ft. Miley. That was two days ago, Wednesday. In the early afternoon. So now I’m a bit concerned, since you haven’t sent off a quick note via email or text, that everything went fine and you’re back in Mendocino.

I even texted you earlier today, hoping to get SOME kind of a response, but no cigar! (Don’t worry, it’s not flavored.)

Now it’s almost midnight without nary a word from you, Wattson! Of course I trust you’re BOTH okay, and that you’re simply overwhelmed with work and chores. However, I shuddered when the image of your vehicle careening off a cliff on Highway 1 upon your return north came to mind! What on earth would I do without you, how would I go on?

There would suddenly be NO one in my life to confide in, be silly with, and do all the other wonderful things close friends do! No one. Not even Deek, as he’s a very DIFFERENT kind of friend, though a good comrade just the same. And then I shuddered once more at aNOTHER horrid thought:

What if I lost BOTH you and Deek-and-the-pups around the same time? Then what? I can only say this: that I would PERSIST no matter what, because you BOTH have shown me the way, with a sterling attitude that makes one a winner no matter HOW egregious seem the odds! I would maintain a cheerful outlook and demeanor to anyone I meet, or know. But let us not dwell on such a dark fantasy any longer, for I conjecture a more OPTIMISTIC reason why you haven’t reported back to me yet, besides probably being busy as fuk, tending to both your SO and your calling as an author. Which is:

You didn’t come to Baghdad by the Bay for medical reasons at all…that is just a RUSE. You are STILL down here now, in preparation for my debut to the world, and the great celebration that goes with it! You, and Erwyn, and my attorney, and Deek (once he arises in the morning and departs to join up with you), and Arwyn Miles and Medusa only knows who else! A final thought, and then ends this o’erlong missive:

Wednesday was a BEAUTIFUL day, was it not, Wattson? And I now realize exactly WHY it was. Because you brought your radiant self TO our troubled city, and filled it with brightness, love and enduring friendship, oh Osmium Empress of the Sky, the Earth and the Underworld and all things that dwell between!

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I just peeked out the window and I see now that Deek is sitting up, while the pups are curled beside each other on that large, very plump striped pillow. Not a single bark outta them! 12:38 AM, time to put my “pen” down and kick back in bed and watch some scary videos and a good movie or two. And a “share size” packet of chocolate M&Ms that I WON’T share with anyone!

Subject: So peaceful last night, almost magical!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2022 at 10:15 AM

Not just peaceful, but foot traffic was low in spite of it being Friday night…with friendly vibes in the air! Deek and dogs were parked alongside the bus stop, where he slept all night. NO barking whatsoever!

Here in the Castro, Friday and Saturday nights are usually the worst: drunks, meth heads, crass behavior, pissing behind cars, drama-queen fights breaking out, someone having a nervous breakdown right below my window, puking on the sidewalk, double parked vehicles booming rap music loud enough to shake down the walls of Jericho, etc. But not THIS Friday night! I wonder what they put in the water…or the air! Whatever it is, I wish they’d keep it up.

Re: So peaceful last night, almost magical!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2022 at 11:22 AM

> Yay!! And all quiet with the “eviction?”

I suppose so…haven’t had another spooky letter stuck to my door since that 30-day notice to quit the premises. Haven’t heard from my attorney since her email five days ago, and since she’s not in her office Fridays, I don’t expect to hear from her until this Monday, at the earliest. AFAIK she is attempting to persuade Ablablah Realty’s attorney to drop the charge(s) and accept my rental payment for this month. I’m guessing she’s already spoken with their lawyer, or is trying to get in touch with him, still.

Their position is weak on both counts (alleged dog bite and breaking a contract rule), so I’m not the least bit worried.

Deek is still outside, resting on a thick comforter with the hounds. They have (all three) been quiet all night long. About two hours ago, just before I stepped out for coffee, I heard Flaco bark a few times, so I looked out the window:

She had escaped her master’s hand (which held loosely onto her leash while he slept), and was almost a half block up, barking at another person’s much larger dog…whose owner simply told her to stay, don’t follow. Flaco obliged, but never got closer to them than five feet anyway, and her barking was low key and brief.

When I stepped outside I discovered she was now sniffing about, maybe forty feet away from where I stood. She didn’t notice me, even though the gate made its usual loud “click.” So I crouched down and called to her in a friendly tone, whence she turned to me and began to trot in my direction…and after another moment, she realized it was ME and came dashing into my arms!

I sat down on the sidewalk where she immediately crawled onto my lap, and I embraced her, rubbed her belly, and whispered sweet doggy nothings into her floppy Yoda ear. She was SO happy to be with me! After a few more minutes of this joyful reunion, I kindly escorted her back to her master, who was by then half awake. She didn’t even pay attention to the front gate by trying to pull me in that direction, but allowed me to escort her back to her resting spot with Deek and her brother.

“Here, take the leash,” I said, “she was wandering up the block.” He did that right away. I decided then to bring more water down, but first gave Lucky the same lovin’ care I just did Flaco.

Deek also requested a ginger ale, so I brought that to him, along with fresh water for the pooches. In sum:

The entire night and into this morning has been delightfully serene and amicable, including Deek’s behavior. A day that I thought might never come, but always strove to achieve.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Well, it looks like I must proceed with a NEW chapter that starts with the first letter of the alphabet, since “Chapter 18z” (book 3) was completed last night. AAMOF, I’m removing the final section from that chapter, “Above and Beyond the Call of Duty,” over to the NEXT chapter, to be entitled “Chapter 19a” whether I like it or not! Obviously, my Brindlekin Tales will NEVER end, but I so desperately want the pups’ living on the streets 24/7 to end ASAP.

Subject: Bad News (of a sort)
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2022 at 3:05 PM

I just received a notice of Unlawful Detainer in my snail-mailbox today. See attachment. I have already phoned my attorney and left a voicemail, as well as sent her a copy of this detainer via email. I’ll have to wait till Monday to hear from her. I have only five business days to respond, or I will be evicted very soon after that.

Re: Bad News (of a sort)
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2022 at 4:13 PM

> Oh, crap! wasn’t there supposed to be a 30-day notice first??

I already got it.

> And who is the “other person listed” on the last page??

Ablahblah Realty’s attorney…and that’s it. I just logged onto my case file in Superior Court’s website. Nothing mentioned re. a dog bite. No explanation for why they want me evicted. So I think they’re just going for breach of contract, not allowed to have a pet in a single room. However, the manager’s tacit permission allowing me to do just that for well over a year, knocks that outta the ballpark.

Refusal to remove a pet based on false accusation of a bite, and no evidence provided, is another issue altogether…and for which reason I believe their attorney sees no point in addressing that.

So I am NOT being sued by the complainant of the alleged bite, AFAIK. Though Ablablah’s attorney MAY be suing on behalf of the resident, but they don’t have a case in that regards. I see NO mention of that in my files. I think their attorney is just pushing a case through without any REAL consideration of the specifics (such as manager’s tacit approval), hoping to just shove it through the court system and win.

This is just my conjecture, we’ll have to wait on Ms. Elvensborn’s advice in two days. I’m sure she’ll contact me on Monday. She told me she’s hoping to avoid litigation, and just have the plaintiff drop all charges…because if it proceeds to litigation, I’ll have to fight it in court, and there is no guarantee I will win. Though in her informed opinion, my chances of winning ARE very good, should it come to that.

It’s just another day in paradise, Wattson! Glad to hear that Erwyn and you are doing well.

BODHISATTVA PREMISE (and a reminder):

Worry is never a productive approach. Stay calm, enjoy each day, and all shall be fine in my world. This is just a game, teaching me how to become a better player. And ALL that’s really asked of me is to maintain the coolness factor…I really need do nothing else.

– Zeke K-Holmes

ADDENDUM

Regarding my Bodhisattva Premise about not caving in to worry: it ties into a grander perspective as described in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. Which essentially states that should a demon or demons approach you with horrific threats and ghastly weapons, do NOT collapse in fear, but just remain as calm as possible, and trust no harm shall come to you…and in that manner you will pass to the next higher level, rather than get stuck in the present one for another lifetime.

Worry is, of course, simply one of those demons.

FURTHERMORE

While the Tibetan Book of the Dead (TBOTD) is intended to instruct one who is dying, and to guide them through various levels to go to the highest one possible, I concluded years ago that our present life is but one of these levels…and that, since the Buddha has declared that heaven and hell are a state of mind, the Book of the Dead’s instructions ALSO apply at ALL times in our lives, not just when we’re on the death bed!

For when you allow fear to take over, you have descended into your own personal hell. But when you learn to overcome fear, and all other negative emotions, your mind is in heaven. These demons, claims the TBOTD, will shed their masks of horror to reveal themselves as benevolent angels, should you succeed in suppressing a negative perception…and let you pass through to the next level…IOW a more heavenly state of mind.

This is not to say you FAIL if you don’t conquer your fears, for under circumstances where your good works are remarkable, you shall win no matter HOW you react. But why put yourself into some needless state of agony, grief or terror, for even a nanosecond? So the TBOTD’s lessons are ALSO ways to live a better life NOW, which is really entirely based on your perception and attitude. DON’T wait till you’re close to death, to apply these teachings!

I have described many times in my essays and stories, my conclusion about the wisdom contained in the TBOTD, but it’s always good to refresh one’s take on the matter every now and then, and perhaps better express your findings this time around, than in previous writings.

Now, apply this insight to my particular circumstance regarding this eviction hoopla:

Those who play my demons are OBVIOUSLY the complainant, the building manager, and Ablahblah Realty’s attorney…and perhaps a few others I’m not aware of at this time. (Oh, yeah, there’s my quasi-fascist neighbor Moe, almost forgot about him). It’s like a kid riding through an amusement park’s haunted house, where this or that monster pops up in your face when you least expect…IOW you never know when some OTHER fiend will appear along the way. So, there may manifest another imp or two–or even a whole plague of ’em–in my world, before this chapter comes to a benevolent close!

In a nutshell:

My bodhisattva guardians who play adversary just tossed another worry bomb my way…testing my mettle so to speak. But I take it all in stride, remaining kind and cheerful, continuing to do my good deeds for Deek, the doggies, and other homeless people here in the Castro, regardless of my own personal challenges. For I also know this:

THEY ARE WATCHING ME, and my behavior through this drawn-out trial is utterly important in how these so-called “villains” (and those straddling the fence) judge me. I WILL IMPRESS THE FUK OUTTA THEM!

If I haven’t already.

Texting with Wattson: 6/18/22

Subject: POINTS IN MY DEFENSE
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 19, 2022 at 5:39 PM

I plan to send this off to my attorney, but only after you look it over and give me your feedback. Thanks immensely ahead of time!

–begin:

POINTS IN MY DEFENSE (Ezekiel J. Krahlin)

To: Senior Attorney Magdalena Elvensborn, Bay Area Legal Aid

I hope at least one of my points below will facilitate your handling my case. Some of the incidents noted herein are not directly related to my eviction crisis, but I believe they tie into it as regards the resident manager's on-and-off hostility towards me, due to an earlier conflict last year and, more generally, a harsh bias against my homeless advocacy and other progressive viewpoints, my decades-long occupancy at a low rent, and god only knows what else. At any rate, I spent most of this day thinking this through.

1) I was sitting the dogs for a friend in a pet-friendly apartment building; they weren't living with me. They would stay with me anywhere from one to three days a week, especially during hot or rainy weather.

2) Resident manager Kevin Bond gave me tacit permission to have the dogs visit me for well over a year...at least since October 2020. He never told me to remove them from the premises, other than one false dog-bite accusation last year in February (which I ignored and nothing came of it), and another, recent dog-bite accusation with no evidence of any injury presented to me...other than when a police officer came to my door (June 9th or perhaps the 8th) and showed me a grainy blowup print of someone's foot, but it was not clear to me any bite had occurred.

Had Mr. Bond just told me at any time to cease dog sitting simply because it may be a breach of contract, I would've done so immediately, though with sadness. Or if he or the present complainant had shown me real proof of a bite, rather than just an accusation, I would've promptly removed the dogs from my building.

3) The false accusation mentioned above was claimed by two residents who lived together, down the hall from me: Myrtle Haversak and her son, Adisa. And appears to be retaliation for my mailing a complaint to the landlord (Ablahblah Realty) about her son and friends harassing me, lingering for one, two hours or longer (in the hallway close to my door, and that of other residents) various evenings throughout December 2020 and January 2021 without wearing covid-19 masks, and acting raucous and intimidating. I believe you already have my letter of grievance dated January 11, 2021.

Because just one day after receiving a copy of my complaint, they told Mr. Bond one of the dogs bit Adisa...and that she (the mother) was there when it happened. Not only is the timing of their accusation highly suspicious, but I know for a fact it never happened, as I do not allow the dogs to roam freely in the building...nor have they ever claimed a dog bite on the day (or soon thereafter) it supposedly occurred (whenever that was), to either Mr. Bond or myself. Nor have I ever seen them together whenever the dogs were with me.

I have a video of Adisa and friends harassing me at my building's front gate, which link I believe you already have, via a copy of an email I sent to Ablahblah Realty's attorney.

Adisa is the person on the right, leaning against the open gate in the beginning of the video. This unpleasant incident occurred on April 5, 2021. Some days later, Mr. Bond asked if I had evidence of the altercation, so I sent him that same link. I asked him if they were moving (and that's why Adisa and friends were standing around in the lobby) to which he replied, "I don't know." Nor did he care to explain exactly why they were congregating downstairs. Be that as it may:

Ms. Haversak and son moved out abruptly on May 22, 2021. And I don't think they were evicted, though I could be wrong.

Then, about two months later (July 30, 2021) assault and theft occurred at a convenience store I shop at frequently. I witnessed the tail end of the fracas from across the street, as I happened to be walking the pups at that time, and didn't want to put them in harm's way.

Turned out that Adisa was among the small group of two or three teenagers; loud arguing and a scuffle ensued. I understand one person (who I think is the brother of an employee there) was jumped, but he managed to push the attacker away. The suspects had a weapon or weapons (one or more knives I think) and stole some items before departing.

Since the dogs were with me, I decided not to approach them to be a better witness, but turned the corner and strolled a half block down and waited until the disruptive scene ended, which it did a few minutes later. By the time I arrived at the shop, police were already there, though the suspects were not, and one of the clerks told me what went down. I don't know if a police report was filed.

I decided later that day, to inform Ms. Haversak of her son's criminal behavior, but had no way of contacting her. Fortunately, I discovered she is registered on Facebook. So I posted a brief message to her about the incident, and that was that...she never got in touch with me, which suits me fine.

4) Regarding Mr. Bond's signed letter to me, dated Feb. 12, 2021, about Myrtle and son's false complaint: I find it both childishly hostile and prejudiced against the homeless. It speaks for itself. 

He conveys a exaggerated description of the dogs' behavior, painting them in a malicious light, including calling them "vicious." Nor is his claim true, that I allowed the pups to run about freely. What he saw is from the lobby camera, which only shows them running across the lobby to the front gate, and my catching up a few seconds later. The camera did not show that I always walked them down the stairs holding their leashes, and once I reached the lowest landing, could see whether or not someone was either in the lobby or standing outside by the gate. If neither was the case, I let them dash to the exit, then picked up their leashes again a moment later to step outside. Furthermore:

He accepted Myrtle/Adisa's dog-bite testimony without any evidence offered.

5) In light of the first dog-bite accusation being obviously false, I figure this current claim to be likewise. For no evidence was offered that a bite did indeed occur...even now, at this late date. Thus, I ignored the complaint just as I did for the one last year, in February. I saw no sign of a bite anywhere on the accuser's feet, ankles or legs, not a single mark and certainly not any blood, when I rushed downstairs to collect the dogs and hurry them outside. You'd think if such occurred, the manager would get on it immediately by showing me bona fide proof. Why didn't the resident himself show me the alleged injury that day, or one or two days later? Why didn't Mr. Bond send me a picture or video, or both, when I emailed him that I haven't seen any evidence, the same day he posted that complaint on my door? Had real proof been shown me, I would've removed the dogs from the premises posthaste.

In that letter he did not state a deadline when the dogs are to be removed, or warn that this could lead to an eviction. So, due to a previous accusation that was false, I ignored the letter, and planned not to remove the dogs unless I finally received solid evidence of a bite. Upon which case, I'd evict them immediately. But it never happened (being shown proof). And I was not about to ban the pups based on hearsay, which would be an admittance on my part that an injury did indeed occur.

6) Then on May 27, 2022 Mr. Bond handed me a 3-day notice to quit, dated May 23rd. And that was the first time breaching my contract was thrown into the mix. I thought about that, and concluded it's time to stop dog-sitting, as it's the same as the resident manager telling me to get rid of the dogs, because it might be considered a violation of my renter's agreement. I was not about to argue the difference between dog sitting and having them live here full time. So on May 27, 2022 I removed the dogs from the premises to never return, and informed both the resident manager and Ablahblah Realty's attorney that same day, by email.

7) The dogs have never bitten anyone when they were with me, and I've often had to squeeze by someone going up or down the stairs, with them on my leash. While in my room, they were amazingly calm and quiet, glad for the respite from the streets...never any undue barking, nor did they chew on stuff or mess up my place in any way.

These are small dogs (25 pounds each), half dachshund, with tiny, weak jaws. So even if they were biters they could hardly do any serious harm to anyone. But having said that, if they did have a tendency to bite, I'd never have had them visit me, even just once.

9) Ariakat Realty's attorney stated in that 3-day notice to quit, that the dogs were attacking other residents. Hardly the case. These are trumped-up charges coming from one person: Kevin Bond. 

10) I never encouraged my homeless friend, Deek, to adopt a dog, as I think it's cruel to force a sweet natured creature to live on the streets. Yet he went ahead and did just that, anyway. Then, he adopted a second pooch around seven months later! This is not a situation where I suggested he adopt a dog or two, and I'll help take care of them. But once he had the pups, and I saw how sweet they are, and vulnerable to the vagaries of the street and their owner's scary mood swings, I suggested I dog sit for him from time to time. For doing so would increase the odds of the dogs living a healthier, happier and longer life. They have become very popular in the Castro, and greatly adored.

11) There is always the occasional exception to this or that rule, even when part of a signed contract. A good example is those laws from a more ignorant era that still exist in most every state that are highly prejudiced, and for that reason ignored...though they should, of course, be erased for once and for all. It's the same thing with some landlords or apartment managers, who sometimes look the other way, because the tenant is respected and responsible.

12) False accusations of dog bites are common, especially if another person or people hold enmity towards a dog owner because they are not of a like mind, politically, religiously, or in some other way. I have taken a lot of flak over the years for standing up for our homeless and other disenfranchised LGBT folks, even here in "Gay Mecca," because so many in our community have turned frighteningly conservative.

Conclusion:

I am not sure yet how to compose my appeal to the unlawful detainer in a brief statement, as this is all new to me. Perhaps:

"I have yet to be shown any real evidence of a dog bite. The dogs were not living with me, I was sitting them on and off for a friend, and the resident manager Kevin Bond gave me tacit permission to do so for well over a year."

My Superior Court files do not reveal the cause(s) for eviction, just that they want me evicted...so I have no idea whether or not an alleged dog bite is part of their attorney's grievance.

–end

Re: POINTS IN MY DEFENSE
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 19, 2022 at 6:26 PM

> It’s a good letter. Thorough, reasonable, and clear. Send it off!

Thanks, cap’n will do! I’ve added one more point to that list:

13) We live in very stressful times, the news is downright frightening. In such times, those who are already prone to attack others for no good reason are more likely to perpetuate that with a vengeance. In other words: some people are freaking out.

And I’ve changed the title to “13 Points in my Defense.” Lucky number, I guess.

The great thing about this letter, is it’s also a good preparation for a possible civil suit against the landlord, if my present attorney thinks I have a good case. Though she is only here to help me not get evicted…she’d have to refer me to another attorney in their group, who handles civil suits.

Meanwhile, if I DO wind up losing the case and going homeless, I found an excellent storage service just four blocks from here ($122/month for a 4×5 container).

That will keep all my papers and computer devices and peripherals safe. So THAT’S a load off my mind! And to think all this eviction crap exploded in my face right when I was planning to purchase a Chromebook soon. Just what kind of voodoo is IN their chips, Wattson?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: POINTS IN MY DEFENSE
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 19, 2022 at 6:46 PM

> That must NOT happen.

It won’t, I was being silly.

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Brindlekin Tales

March 10, 2021

FLACO & LUCKY: A TALE OF 2 DOGGIES

BOOK 1

Chapter 1: More Than a Hole in the Ground

Chapter 2-a: Julia Vinograd in a Dream

Chapter 2-b: I’m Counting on His Hug

Chapter 3: 3-Night Dogs

Chapter 4: Surprise! Jackets Have Arrived!

Chapter 5: Doggie Wish List & GoFundMe

Chapter 6: Reflections on a Black Puddle

Chapter 7: Doggies at Play (5 videos)

Chapter 8: A Lotus Blossoms by the Bay

Chapter 9: Someone Should Kick Him in the Ass!

Chapter 10: A REAL Christmas Story Happening Right Now!

Chapter 11: Skellington III

Chapter 12: I Need to Contact My Original Handler

Chapter 13: Down to the Home Stretch

Chapter 14: Checkmate, Mr. Kuzlowski

Chapter 15: New Form Entry: Contact Form

Chapter 16: It’s All Going to the Dogs (the money, that is)!

Chapter 17: 5 Cold Days & Nights

Chapter 18: My Faith Moves Planets, Not Just Mountains

Chapter 19: The Doggies are Now Mine!

FLACO & LUCKY: A TALE OF 2 DOGGIES

BOOK 2

Chapter 1: Jus’ Walkin’ the Doggies (5 videos)

Chapter 2: The Doggies Start to Eat Again!

Chapter 3: Chronic DOT Net

Chapter 4: Letter to the Landlord (part 1)

Chapter 5: Dog-In-A-Box: Order Yours Today! (4 pics, 12 videos)

Chapter 6: zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT

Chapter 7: Letter to the Landlord (part 2)

Chapter 8: Zeke-Response Bot: an Algorithm Whose Time has Come

Chapter 9: Letter to the Landlord (part 3)

Chapter 10: This is My Room, God Help Me!

Chapter 11: One Picture is Worth a Thousand Heart Throbs (1 pic, 10 videos)

Chapter 12: Letter to the Landlord (part 4)

Chapter 13: Exciting Changes Continue

Chapter 14: The Plot Quickens

Chapter 15: In My Defense

Chapter 16: Pups Stolen & Returned, Bldg. Mgr. Wants Dogs Out!

Chapter 17: Prophetic Insights & Speculation

Chapter 18: Easing Into Nirvana

FLACO & LUCKY: A TALE OF 2 DOGGIES

BOOK 3

Chapter 1: Licking My Wounds

Chapter 2: Deactivation Inspiration

Chapter 3: Post-Doggies Morning Ritual (6 videos)

Chapter 4: Vistaprint Cards Have Arrived!

Chapter 5: Brindlekin Tales is Now a Trinity!

Chapter 6: Stroll With Me Tonight (3 videos)

Chapter 7: My Prediction of the Pups’ Return

Chapter 8: A Miracle on Market Street

Chapter 9: That Would be a Horrible Thing

Chapter 10: 13 Awesome Videos

Chapter 11: Flaco in Heat

Chapter 12: Dogs are Little Jesuses!

Chapter 13: Calling Deek via Smartphone: a Pointless Endeavor

Chapter 14: You Will Be Ecstatic to Hear That…

Chapter 15: You are Now in my Book

Chapter 16: I Refuse Anything BUT a Happy Ending!

FLACO & LUCKY: A TALE OF 2 DOGGIES

BOOK 4

Chapter 1: Lisa Harwood’s Brilliant Recommendation of my Tales

Chapter 2: A Chat in the Lobby with Dieter

Chapter 3: The Spyglasses & the Buddha

Chapter 4: Less Hair Gel, More Puppy Love, Please!

Chapter 5: Is This Flaco or is This Yoda?

Chapter 6: My Bodhisattva Premise as Applied on a Global Scale

Chapter 7: This is not my day (or week)!

Chapter 8: Once again, timing is the clue!

Chapter 9: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)

Chapter 10: Let ‘er rip!

Chapter 11: Xfinity and Beyond

Chapter 12: Good Riddance Myrtle & Son

Chapter 13: It Pays to be Poor

Chapter 14: I’m Not Gonna Let This Get to Me!

Chapter 15: Professor Morgueiarty in the Shadows

Chapter 16: Forced to Play a Frightening Game

Chapter 17: I’m in My Own Category

Chapter 18: Sleeping Better Through it All

Chapter 19: A Genuine Smile Makes My Day

Chapter 20: Shroud of Dachshund Revealed!

Chapter 21: Snackboy Terry Crummit Remembered

Chapter 22: Dog Maul Victim Diane Whipple Remembered

Chapter 23: Gimme Some Credit Here!

Chapter 24: It’s an Honor to Clean Up Their Poop

Chapter 25: The Rabbit’s Message

Chapter 26: Merry Brindlefest To All!

FLACO & LUCKY: A TALE OF 2 DOGGIES

BOOK 5

Chapter 1: Crescent Moon & the Welsh Dragon

Chapter 2: I’ll Never Have a Bad Day Again!

Chapter 3: Things Keep Happening

Chapter 4: He’s Not My Bitch: Really!

Chapter 5: This is Worrisome

Chapter 6: A 4-Dog Night

Chapter 7: No I Didn’t Break It

Chapter 8: Another Day in Hell

Chapter 9: Of Bicycles & Pregnancy

Chapter 10: He Pisses Me Off…in a Good Way

Chapter 11: Vet SOS to the Rescue

Chapter 12: Fully Vaxxed: Huzzah!

Chapter 13: Am I Reading Too Much Into This?

Chapter 14: Drama, Drama, Drama

Chapter 15: If You Save the Life of Even Just 1 Dog…

Chapter 16: My Goose May Be Cooked

Chapter 17: The Collar Makes the Dog

[The following “Eviction Fiasco” chapters number 21 in toto, split between books 5 and 6 of my Brindlekin Tales. I had to put them all on hold until the lawsuit came to an end, which it did on 19 April 2023. All parties involved are pseudonymous except for yours truly. The time span of these “Fiasco” adventures runs from May through September of 2022. They are largely about OTHER aspects of my life, but since somewhere in each piece details of my lawsuit are brought up one way or another, I had to delay their publication…as it is verboten to discuss or make public any particulars of one’s case until it has come to a close. Some chapters beyond the “Fiasco” collection DO bring up the lawsuit, but not in any detail.]

Chapter 18: The Eviction Fiasco (part 1)

Chapter 19: The Eviction Fiasco (part 2)

Chapter 20: The Eviction Fiasco (part 3)

Chapter 21: The Eviction Fiasco (part 4)

Chapter 22: The Eviction Fiasco (part 5)

Chapter 23: The Eviction Fiasco (part 6)

Chapter 24: The Eviction Fiasco (part 7)

Chapter 25: The Eviction Fiasco (part 8)

Chapter 26: The Eviction Fiasco (part 9)

FLACO & LUCKY: A TALE OF 2 DOGGIES

BOOK 6

Chapter 1: The Eviction Fiasco (part 10)