The Final Chapter (part 3)

April 13, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17c]

Subject: I may NEVER be able to get the vaccine!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 9, 2021 10:48 AM

Because on top of young people lying and cutting ahead, making appointments unavailable in all of San Franshitsco, there is a shortage coming up:

California vaccine supply will fall 15% next week, just as demand is expected to surge

https://www.sfchronicle.com/health/article/California-COVID-vaccine-supply-will-fall-15-16086592.php


Re: I may NEVER be able to get the vaccine!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 9, 2021 2:12 PM

> Damn. I’m really sorry. So messed up. San Francisco, of all places.

AND IT’S TOTALLY BEING IGNORED BY POLITICIANS AND THE MEDIA! Just like the Medicaid travesty. Yet, it has finally become no-cost, after all these years. Whose to say my own outcries haven’t rippled up through the ranks, and fomented that change, Wattson? At least, the vaccine horror is all being documented in my Brindlekin Tales, which WILL impact everyone across the globe. And I couldn’t ask for a better result than that. Meanwhile:

The pooches are still here, great sleepover as usual; their appetites are superb, as is their spirit. Flaco loves her box to escape into, that I’ve supplied with two old sweatshirts for comfort…but she keeps pushing them out, preferring instead to flop right onto the cardboard. But she only goes in it sporadically, remaining for ten minutes or so, before returning to the cushy bedding on my cot. Lucky shows no interest in the box, except sometimes to attack her in playful sport. Which is great fun to watch. As for being back-stabbed by that attorney:

After listening to my rundown of offenses, she asked: “So what do you expect to get out of this, Mr. Krahlin, do you want to move out?”

Indicating that they are accustomed to dealing with renter issues of affluent tenants rather than SRO types, because that was the first question out of her mouth. I then told her, “God, no, I can’t afford to move, I just live in a single room on Social Security, and the low rent is thanks to rent control. What I want is for Ablablah Realty and the building manager to be answerable to these offenses.”

What probably led to their rejection via email only minutes later: I live in a single room, I’m a joke. My impression of the SF Tenants Union is they are here to mainly serve wealthy renters, and just give lip service to the poor. They may, from time to time, assist a large GROUP of low-income renters against a realtor, but when it comes to individual cases, not so much. The attorney’s secretary DID also ask:

“Do you know if any other resident has complained about the issues you’ve brought up?”

As if apartment dwellers DON’T keep to themselves and avoid as much as possible, defending any neighbor being fucked over by the landlord or manager. As if my bringing up my grievance to any resident WOULDN’T cause them to turn on me…which HAS happened numerous times when I occupied other large apartment buildings where egregious mistreatment by the building manager or owner was going on towards ALL tenants! As if the secretary didn’t KNOW this already. Their basis of whether or not a case is worth taking on, is whether or not several or MORE parties are ready to take action. Which leaves individual cases like mine out in the cold…EVEN THOUGH I have a very GOOD case that would be an easy win for just about ANY lawyer.

But as I said some time back, I don’t really NEED legal support, as a greater force is with me, that is: the Fates are in my favor (and which you’ve also concluded in one of your missives, when it comes to my writing). So I’m not gonna allow myself to go through a pointless tirade of angst, like a drama queen drowning in self pity. I am woman, hear me roar!

I completed part 2 of “The Final Chapter” yesterday, and part 3 is now a thing. Deek continues to surprise me with a much more mature and joyful manner, as my most recent videos reveal. April is, indeed, the Month of Miracles, and it can only get better and more miraculous with each passing day. We ain’t seen nothin’ yet!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Deek Gets His 700 [my latest blog entry]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 9, 2021 3:00 PM

> That 20 lb. Bluetooth speaker Deke insists—INSISTS!—you haul to your room video after video (this last time, within a breath of your informing him you received the payment, a half-share of which you are bequesting him right there and then) is becoming a metaphor for Sisyphus’s boulder—you always out of breath dealing with it as you have to contain the dogs so eager to return to your hovel), breathing so painfully you leave me (other viewers) wondering if you are going to survive the final steps.

Even worse, is that speaker was with me overnight, and I lugged it out to him (which is not obvious in the video)…and within minutes of testing it, said it still doesn’t work, so I had to bring it back hovel. As for my fatigued exhalations:

It’s more my emotional response to both the difficulties dealing with him AS WELL AS my gasps of amazement over how beautifully the tales are unfolding: I am in awe! The heavy weight of the speaker simply lends exaggeration.

> It’s become a symbol of the physically tortuous power-over-you, Deek. . .sneaks in each time. . ..as punishment (for absconding with the pups originally, or for the pups’ greater affection for you now).

Or, as I think is more likely: Deek is my bodhisattva running me through the end part of this gauntlet of my initiation into full self-realization. IOW: he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing…he doesn’t miss a beat. Like when I had just picked up the speaker with dogs in tow, I noticed his hat on the ground. When I called to him about it, waving it in my hand, instead of approaching me to retrieve it, he hollered back: “Bring it here!”

> Anyway: I suggest you insert a Sisyphus boulder contemplation in the video the next time the evil Bluetooth presents. As you are actually hauling the outsized box (perhaps during a pause on the landing); or if that would be too taxing, as an addendum in your written narrative.

I appreciate the metaphor, however I like to maintain a hint, a subtlety, to some of my scenes…which only the brightest of my readers catch (such as your own, honorable self). For one: the fate of Sisyphus is far more unrewarding than mine. For another: there is an element of humor in my burdens, that don’t jive very well with that myth. FYI: I HAVE compared my challenges to the Twelve Labors of Hercules in chapter 14 of book 2.

> P.S. I hate myself for saying this: BUT your enemies list rift was some of your best writing. The flow from beginning thru middle to end .

Yes, I’m having fun with that…thanks! And thank you, as well, for comparing me to that most excellent soldier of justice, Jane Addams, in one of your earliest emails. I’ve been meaning to bring that up, but it kept slipping my mind till now.

– Zeke


Subject: Speaking of Sisyphus
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 9, 2021 4:03 PM

In the video “Deek’s Dilemma,” you’ll see him carrying a really HUGE speaker, around four feet tall, right at the beginning. As a bodhisattva, he foresaw your Sisyphus reference, so played this joke on me, knowing I wouldn’t get it until some days down the line…which is today, NOW!

Not to mention he’s almost always pushing around a shopping cart that is heavily burdened…and often struggles uphill with it. As San Francisco is a hilly place to be! Perhaps he IS Sisyphus himself. Nothing would surprise me at this point in my Brindlekin Adventures.


Re: Speaking of Sisyphus
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 9, 2021 6:22 PM

> Closer fit.

Per my Bodhisattva Premise: they will always leave clues scattered about in ANY of their little adventures with you. They also have an outrageous sense of humor, which can make for some VERY funny clues. Depending on how advanced you are, or are not, discovering these “Easter eggs” may come sooner or later. Or a clue may contain MORE information at second or third perusal, than at the first.

But once you grok that angels are real, you will always be that much better, and quicker, at uncovering their clever gifts. And there will be some people you’ll recall, that you will suddenly realize were bodhisattvas themselves, though you hadn’t ANY idea back then, when they were in your life. Such as a friend in Junior High, an office worker two desks away, a nurse or aide who was very kind to you during your hospital emergency and recovery…or an animal you encountered in the woods, or one that was a pet at someone’s house.

They could have even reached out to you through the radio, TV, the movies, or of course the Internet in any number of ways. Maybe an author of a stirring book you’ve read, possibly even a character IN that book! They also show up in your dreams now and then.

Or through you, or me, without our realizing it. At least, not at the moment it occurs. Hindsight is always a boon!

– Zeke

P.S.: Some bodhisattvas are HOSTILE or scary in other ways…but for a noble purpose: that you may be led down a better path. IOW they are not always nice; it depends on the lesson that needs to be taught. Nonetheless those type, too, are compassionate at heart.


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- [MCN-Announce]- F*heads under investigation
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 9, 2021 2:04 PM

On Thu, 8 Apr 2021 14:55:46 -0700 Linda Keezewell posted:

> One of the saddest aspects of this discussion is that I am finding out that not everyone I know and like will be huggable since I now am finding out they aren’t going to be vaccinated. ;-(

No, even sadder is the elderly living in urban locales who, like me, STILL don’t have access to getting a vaccine!

> Since the elders have been getting vacc’ed for a couple of months.

Definitely NOT true here in SF, and I’m guessing in many other cities as well. And it’s all being swept under the carpet, by both gov’t and media. And that’s why YOU and all other residents of a rural district don’t know about this travesty. Snarky young folks started calling COVID-19 the “boomer remover” in late 2019. And ya know what? They’re right!


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- MCN starting seperate List Serve
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Discussion MCN
Date: April 10, 2021 10:34 AM

I’m sure Tanya Merang got all hot and bothered over this, your latest lunatic, closet-case Nazi rant…her sex life is fulfilled! And of course, she will NOT bother to confront you over such a heinous post rife with bigotry…as usual. Woo-hoo!

On Fri, 9 Apr 2021 10:59:38 -0700 spike BOOGALOO dewars (a.k.a. “Mike Sewers”) squoinked:

Due to the overwhelming number of posts here on the MCN List, they have decided to form a separate List Serve in conjunction with the present one.

The List will now be separated into two categories:

A) The original LOCAL MCN List for Mendocino residents for discussion on:

1) Topics of LOCAL interest and community concerns.
2) Discussion on political, science and engineering topics.
3) Stories of general human interest.

B) An additional List for NON RESIDENT mentally ill, homosexual welfare recipients:

1) Topics on the “special” rights of LGBT’s and the education of the general populace on how they are to modify their actions and behaviour when dealing with us and our “special” rights under the law and political action to have unfair laws changed.
2) Awareness of the growing Nazi influence in society and the best means of combating their influence.
3) The proper use of powerful Indian objects and the danger they pose in the wrong hands.
4) Refining GoFundMe sites as to obtain the most amount of money for our special causes.
5) Newly discovered conspiracies.


Subject: I can’t even stay informed about vaccination updates via email!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 12:18 PM

That My Turn site has a form to fill out, whereby they’ll update the latest accessible places near you. But, while there is a space to type in your email, it is optional…but a cell number is mandatory. It said if you don’t have such a number, you can get a workaround by calling a phone number shown on their page. I did, and they couldn’t help me, said I NEED a cell phone number for the registration to be processed! My conjecture:

There may very well be a damn good REASON why the Fates are blocking me from getting the shots. Such as a toxic batch, like the Johnson & Johnson vaccine, only on a massive scale. If that be the case, no doubt it will explode across the headlines of every newspaper on the planet, soon enough.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: I can’t even stay informed about vaccination updates via email!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 12:44 PM

> Oh, crap. Right. They notify you by text. That was the only reason I was able to get my first shot–I keep my cheap Tracfone cell on all the time because I often get texts from my brother. When it “dinged” one day in early March, and I saw it was a notification about the shot, I was on it within seconds. Wouldn’t have got that appointment otherwise.

And THAT’S in a RURAL region, unlike the Bay Area where even text notices would NOT make a difference. Because as soon as you hear a “ding,” the available location will have already been taken by the time you log in to make an appointment. Where text alerts DO help, is via the illegal channels, where they let you know which OTHER counties have an opening. But you’ll need a vehicle to get there. Possibly, someone subscribed to such a network may be standing in line to wait for a leftover shot, and will inform others if additional shots are available. But again, you’ll need to drive over there ASAP, even if it’s in your own city.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 1:01 PM

…but I’m not eligible because NOT in the right zip code! Unless I go there and lie, which I’m sure many folks will do. One site is limited to those aged 16-17…the other is open to any age, if you match one of eight zip codes.

San Francisco opens vaccines to those 16 and over in these ZIP codes
https://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/article/San-Francisco-opens-vaccines-ZIP-codes-16-and-over-16089999.php


Subject: The Spyglasses & The Buddha
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 4:07 PM

In a recent Deek video (last night), he asked about my strange eyeglasses, “What kinda glasses are those? They look like they got the Bluetooth in them.” He must’ve noticed the teensy blue dot of light flickering on the inside left temple, indicating that recording is on. (Which you can’t notice by daylight.) So I explained in the most mundane way possible:

“Oh, doctor’s orders…they’re a medical device that checks how my pupils react to light, in case I’m coming down with old-man eye problems, like macula degeneration. I’m supposed to wear them all the time for a few months.”

He said nothing more, but I suspect that HE suspects he’s being filmed, and just brought it up to have some fun at my expense. Anyway, I wondered if it’s time to stop recording our visits, but when he next came by (about an hour ago) I decided to wear them again, come what may. This was after two days and two nights in a row, that the brindlekin stayed hovel bound. For he asked me the night before to hold onto them till morning, as it’s really cold outside. THAT’S a breakthrough right there, Doctor Wattson! He’s never before shown that level of kind regard for his pooches. The video is 4 minutes long, and includes his question about my glasses:

Now, in several of his recent rants, he mocked my admiration for the Buddha, claiming I believe in idols, not God. Which I simply ignored. However, he softened up about a week later, and even asked if he could wear the Buddha necklace he gave me about a year-and-a-half ago. Thank god I didn’t throw it away! It was just a cheap trinket from last year’s Chinese New Year parade he found in the trash. So I dug it up and presented it to him, though he never told me why he’d like to wear it now. I did remark that Buddha was a wise man who lived 500 years before Christ, and basically taught the same things about loving your neighbors and doing good.

So today when I returned the darling doggies, his wearing the Buddha necklace was flatteringly displayed against his turquoise-and-black-striped shirt! Attached is a frame from today’s video, showing just that. I consider this a FURTHER clue that he is, indeed, my bodhisattva…at least, ONE of them, for Arwyn is, as well. As are you, and Carlyle (my gay-activist ally from Boston): that is, you two are my “long-distance” bodhisattvas!

I ALSO take his sporting an image of Siddhārtha as a way of honoring me, and preparing for my “surprise party” so to speak…one which will be on a GRAND scale that will span across all ten dimensions of our world. Referring here to “The Buddhas of the Ten Directions,” explained further on this web page:

http://chinabuddhismencyclopedia.com/en/index.php/The_Buddhas_of_the_Ten_Directions

Today’s video, BTW, conveys yet another friendly visit, free of the stresses he had showered upon me like a black, toxic rain for at LEAST four years (since his mother died). If you have the time to view it, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the badinage (4.5 minutes):


Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 8:43 PM

> I’d go there and lie. Whatever it takes.

I’m not gonna do that, sorry. What if they ask for proof of address, or ID? Talk has it they don’t check for that info, but it could change at any moment…especially when the prerequisite is you have to be a resident of the city.

> BTW, I thought your little white lie to Deek about why you wear the glasses was brilliant!

Thanks, I thought so, too…but I think he knows he’s being filmed. So who’s fooling whom here, the trickster or the trickster?


Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 7:44 AM

Yep, word is out on Reddit’s “AskSF” sub that you definitely need to show ID for proof of zip code. Because if they didn’t do that, they’d be flooded with imposters from outside the assigned areas, and many legit locals would be denied the vaccine. But what I’M wondering is: why the fuck hasn’t San Franshitsco done that from the get-go? And what about all the homeless…nothing seems to be happening for THEIR well-being. (Which ALSO puts ALL of us in danger of continued exposure, I might note.) Wanna hear something pathetic? When I filled out the MyTurn registration form, it asked if I were indigent. As if everyone living on the streets all had smartphones, and could apply online! So: not only can you NOT register for updates on local accessibility if you don’t have a cell number (no email option), the houseless are out of luck, too.


Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 10:50 AM

> Their message is clear: just go die already, will ya?

This is undeclared war against the poor, the homeless and the elderly. Not limited merely to San Franshitsco, but across our dysfunctional nation. And guess what MY role is in all this? It’s rather obvious.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 11:34 AM

> So, is the supposed plan to cover all SF zip codes eventually?

I have no idea. What they’re doing now is targeting the neighborhoods of the “most vulnerable” via zip code. So, I am in the 94114 area, which is pretty privileged…thus, in their eyes, high-risk denizens like myself don’t exist there! A much better solution would’ve been to target all the low income, homeless and elderly, citywide. But no, San Franshitsco lacks the sheer logic (and probably compassion) to accomplish this.

What is so amazing about my role as Liberator For The Disenfranchised, is everything’s already arranged for my victory. I don’t even need lift so much as a little finger to get the ball rolling…for my work has already been done. The stage is almost complete in setting up this operatic scenario soon to occur. Just a few more props to go, a bit more furniture adjustment and final stage light placement…then rises the curtain.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- MCN starting seperate List Serve
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 11, 2021 12:02 PM

Racism and homophobia seem to be your SPECIAL talents, Mr. Dewars. With that kind of thinking, I’m sure some local neo-Nazi group would love to have you join. And your online, discussion list paramour, Tanya Merang, will certainly NOT stand in your way.

–begin Dewar’s yet another disgusting post:

Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2021 16:39:23 -0700
From: Spike Dewars
Subject: Re: [MCN-Discussion]- MCN starting seperate List Serve

Is your sex life fulfilled Zeke?

I guess not as you are filled with anger and rage and take it out by cyber-bullying little old Asian ladies here. If your over 30 year your juniour negro lover boy isn’t satisfying your needs, can’t you go out on the street and pay a nice young negro boy to fuck you in the ass? If offered to transport and deliver a TEENAGE negro lover boy for you, but you seem to unable to come up with my very reasonable $1,000 transport and delivery fee.

–end


Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 12:36 PM

> I’ll be in the front row. You’ll recognize me by my hat.

Front row? Better than that: you’ll be right BESIDE me, along with a small group of OTHER treasured allies. But I AM curious as to what kind of HAT you mean!


Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 1:28 PM

> Oh, the hat:
>
> The chicken, of course, is alive and well. And potty-trained.
>

No animal was harmed in the creation of this hat. Maybe LIVING fur coats will become all the rage, soon! Not many ladies would survive the wear and tear required to maintain and clean them.


Re: Oh, wait:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 2:46 PM

>

Doesn’t look like THAT one gives a hoot.


Re: Oh, wait:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 3:16 PM

Come to think of it, ANY of the hats shown here would suit you perfectly:

10 Major Accomplishments of Eleanor Roosevelt

Subject: Here it is, my promise to the world…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 6:08 PM

…that change is coming! All is revealed in this short video, as miraculous as that sounds (5.5 minutes):


Subject: New vaccine site’s first day was a disaster!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 10:35 PM

Zuckerberg SF General, where you supposedly can just walk in and get your shot, if you live in one of the eight designated zip codes. They actually only had 500 doses. This is on Twitter. Many stood in line for more than two hours, then told to leave. SO glad I didn’t go! Waiting in line with a crowd does NOT sound very covid-safe to me.

Two tweets that give you a good idea:

1. Unorganized. No staff, no signage. People waiting in wrong line meant for appointments. Saw those who had number placards. Get to end of line and staff told us no more placards but to wait in the other line up the street. Nothing about only having 500 doses.

2. My experience today was at Zuckerberg SF General. If today’s experience is an indication of how SF is handling vaccinations then I would be worried come April 15 when its vaccinations open up to all residents of SF.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Coincidentally, I discussed with Dieter earlier this evening, about the vaccine discrimination going on in this hell-bound metropolis:


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Mantra gathering…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: April 12, 2021 9:48 AM

On Sat, 10 Apr 2021 19:19:41 -0700 Edgar Portman posted:

> There will be another gathering Sunday April 4th on the west lawn of the Ford house (across from Flo restaurant) where we will chant mantra.

So y’all gonna “go with the Flo?”

Many years ago (the late 70s) I was invited by a cultish Buddhist group, to attend their next chanting session. They are the ones who believe that murmuring “nam myoho renge kyo” in prolonged sessions will get you whatever you want: an expensive car or boyfriend/girlfriend, house or world travel (for examples). So I went there, and chanted in a small circle with five other people. A few days later I ran into one of them, who asked, “What did you chant for?” My answer:

“So I wouldn’t ever have to chant again, to get what I want.”

He seemed rather put off by that, so I further explained:

“Why waste your karma chanting for selfish desires? Why not just chant for something BIG, like world peace? Because with that come all other good things, anyway.”

Upon hearing this he stormed off into the night’s shadow, and they never invited me over again. But I guess if you’re lonely (and who isn’t these days) chanting meetups can be an excellent way to not feel so isolated. Though a lot of expulsion of everyone’s breath goes on, so they’d better do this outside, and at a good distance from each other!


Subject: Very interesting conversation at Rosenberg’s this morning!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 12, 2021 11:11 AM

It was an excellent conversation, mostly about San Franshitsco’s screwed-up COVID-19 vaccination rollout that neglects many of our low income, elderly and homeless denizens…including yours truly. One VERY interesting remark Charlie made, was that when he went to get his first shot (at Zuckerberg SF General Hospital), he along with everyone else awaiting their turn were all PACKED INTO ONE ROOM! So I guess they had them over a barrel. They could either refuse to take the risk of close proximity, breathing the same air, and walk out…or spend an hour or longer mingling their breaths during that time, in order to finally get that vaccine! A Faustian bargain indeed. Now documented on video (8 minutes):

Click here to watch the video.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Padded envelopes all sizes GONE
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: April 12, 2021 12:07 PM

On Sat, 10 Apr 2021 20:48:52 -0700 Daisy Dancer posted:

> Picked up by a lovely woman. Great listserv!

Great listsev? As opposed to what: a dysfunctional listserv? Just because you accomplished a trivial goal, does not a “great” listserv make. I see NO special distinction when comparing THIS list service with any other. Nor do I know of ANY “great” mailing list…they just do their thing, for the purposes they serve. Besides, all this hyper-flattery degrades the list, because it is OBviously a palm-greasing tactic that is selfish at heart. Just as it is to describe the person with whom you made a transaction as “lovely,” “wonderful,” “very nice” and similar adjectives. Which motive is to keep those palms greased! After all, you would never dream of calling him or her “average looking,” “boring” or “unfriendly,” which nonetheless may be closer to the truth than self-serving flattery. Besides which:

The announce list is POISONED by all this anti-vaxxing spewage, bible-school-type Jebus posts, and promotion of new-age snake oil medications and services. No list can POSSIBLY even hope to achieve any level of “greatness” with such antics going on, some of them being downright dangerous and even DEADLY. Here’s a tip for ya, Daisy Dancer:

Stop dancing in the daisies so much and figure out a way to get your head screwed back on in the proper direction.


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- MCN starting seperate List Serve
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Discuss MCN, Announce MCN
Date: April 12, 2021 12:24 PM

On Sun, 11 Apr 2021 13:21:56 -0700 Fred BOOGALOO McMillon squoinked:

> Isn’t it just WONDERFUL how the entire List stands up for and protects poor, victimized Zeke? Why don’t you go take a walk down your shit covered sidewalks of your gay ghettto and see if you can find a nice young negro boy to fuck you in the ass today ? I’m sorry your over 30 year your juniour house negro isn’t keeping you sexually fulfilled. If you don’t find one, you could always come back on the List and vent your frustration by cyber-bullying little old Asian women.

Just reposting this so that those on the announce list may see for themselves, just how one disgusting person (who often spews Nazi propaganda as well) has destroyed the discussion list. And whom one “Tanya Merang” has decided to support whatever vile garbage you dump on the list on a daily basis…and thus, is your ONLY enabler. Wait, I take that back: Arron Cooper ALSO contributes now and then, towards enabling your participation. Furthermore:

The name “Fred McMillon” is but a pseudonym by which Gerard Marlin Kozlowski hides behind, as is that OTHER fake name, “Spike Dewars.” You are NOTORIOUS for harassing, stalking and bullying people in your own neck of the woods, which is, of course, Mendocino County. In addition:

I have never witnessed before, such a CLEAR case of a deeply closeted homosexual, who is literally SCREAMING for help between the words of his absurdly hyper-macho posts, like a demented Walter Mitty. Woo-hoo!


Re: New vaccine site’s first day was a disaster!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 12, 2021 3:14 PM

> That’s a great little film. Your voice (I can hear the east coast tones!) laying out all the impediments, snafus and impossibilities of getting the vaccine while a man slowly and with great effort climbs several staircases. Perfect match.

For which reason reveals how Kismet is guiding me every step of the way…thus, a miracle (and even more profoundly, the miracles keep piling up almost daily, and refuse to cease). For I NEVER plan these videos, or consciously manipulate them while recording. My subtle wisecrack at the beginning (“Got all your Easter shopping done yet?”) set off the entire piece with a bang. THAT was not intentional, either, I just wanted to have a good laugh with Dieter…but then another resident showed up out of the blue and ruined the moment. Which is TYPICAL of our queer community: ruining the moment for anyone not part of this or that clique. Goes on all the time, at least in MY world.

BTW, Wattson, I’ve uploaded “A Conversation with Charlie” to Google Drive, since Youtube has taken it down from my channel for stupid and false claims, thanks to their useless algorithm.

I HAVE appealed it, because YT’s claim is that either my video or its description is in conflict with local health authorities or the WHO re. COVID-19 policy. My appeal was thus: “There is NOTHING in either the video or its description that contradicts local or WHO policy regarding this pandemic. In fact, the video doesn’t deal with that at all, but includes criticism of misconstrued distribution of this vaccine by my city, that hurts the low income, the elderly and the homeless.”

This ban on my video occurred within MOMENTS of uploading it, so it could ONLY have been the algorithm deciding to take a shit. Because its claim is blatantly WRONG. My conclusion is that it bases its decision SOLELY on the description, which happened to contain the word “COVID-19,” and set off the alarms. NOT looking any further into WHY that word was there, but because some stupid human programmed it to censor ANY video with such a word in the description. Presuming that the appearance of “COVID-19” in the blurb can mean only one thing: an anti-vaxxing conspiracy nut uploaded it.

Three strikes and I’m out, though, and this is the first. Goddamn hi-tech libertarians…they’re monsters!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Some Quick Updates
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 13, 2021 2:43 PM

Condensing latest events and thoughts in one missive, Wattson:

1. My conjecture: Youtube did NOT ban my “Charlie” video because of medical disinfo, even though that’s their claim. (They turned down my appeal BTW.) The REAL reason is due to the controversial content re. mismanagement of the COVID-19 vaccine distribution. Which has NOTHING to do with pandemic policy on any level. I should’ve taken heed beFORE uploading the video with a description that even USES the words “COVID” or “San Franshitsco.” Seeing as I had already been warned some months back, that YT is overly cautious re. political controversy. But my fervor to report the truth so bluntly, cost me. What I SHOULD have done is compose a description withOUT key words or phrases that raise the hackles of their censor-bots. What I will do henceforth, is upload such videos to either Vimeo or my own gay-bible website…linking them via my WordPress posts. My Brindlekin Tales videos are way too IMPORTANT to lose their presence on a vastly popular venue like YT, over my occasional political critiques.

2. My printer REFUSED to function, looks like the ink already dried out! But I DID, finally, discover a contact form for Ablahblah Realty. But my letter was too long to be accepted, so I posted this instead:


Subject: Belligerent resident & needless COVID-19 risk

Body: Due to the length limit of this contact form, please read my letter here (it is only one page):

http://www.gay-bible.org/blogstuff/2021B/Fchapter-17c-letter-ablahblah.html

3. I have filmed just this morning, yet one more elevator worker not wearing a mask (18 seconds):

4. Relationship with Deek has vastly improved the last two weeks, affirming my Bodhisaatva Premise that he is a spiritual guardian and teacher…not just some messed-up dude. Which greatly relieves my concern for the doggies. This latest meetup (last night) clinches it even more, due to his targeting my attention on the Buddha necklace, which he gave me almost two years ago, but recently asked for its return, that he may wear it himself. 7-minute video (great thumbnail goes with it):


The Final Chapter (part 1)

April 5, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17a]

Subject: Scary or what?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 9:04 PM

I just completed and published chapter 16, the next-to-last chapter of the entire trilogy! 25-32 minutes reading estimate, which is average for most of the chapters. So now what?

The final chapter NEEDS to be a happy ending. I COULD remove one or two chapters, that are a collection of videos (which will free me up for one or two more chapters yet to pen), but that ruins the multimedia aspect so essential to these books. So, no I WON’T do that. For now, I’ll just have to wait and see. This email, of course, will be the opening salvo.

I feel like a mad scientist, driven at any cost to complete the resurrection of his monster from dead organs, limbs and brain! These tales are totally insane, as well as astoundingly beautiful, profound and liberating. Talk about patting myself on the back! Which would be MUCH easier to do, were I Quasimodo. THAT’S IT, THAT’S YOUR NEW PSEUDONYM: “QUASIMODO!” Ha-ha, just kidding…we’ll stick with good ol’ Doctor Wattson.

Wait-a-minute, that’s the wrong character; Dr. Frankenstein’s assistant was named “Igor.” Who was ALSO a hunchback, so the pun works just the same. What a drab name, though…I could never see you as an Igor.

Thus I now leap into my final chapter of all chapters: the cerulean waters of Avalon, trusting whatever god, nymph or spirit rules this lake, that no leviathan shall rear its scaly head and snatch me up in its jaws. It WOULD be just my rotten luck if this were Loch Ness!

Hopefully, I can dog paddle my way to safe harbor, if such be the case. Arf!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Lisa Harwood’s Brilliant Recommendation of my Tales
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 8:19 AM

I just posted back to her: “BRILLIANT, THANK YOU!” See below. Deek just showed up with the pooches, BTW…7 AM, woke me up, arrived at the gate so I wouldn’t have to step outside. They went NUTS, dying to dash up the stairs and into my patch of heaven, while I held onto the leashes as their owner spoke:

“I gotta do something very important. I’ll be back this afternoon, maybe later.”

Me: “Okay, they’ll be fine with me.”

Him [with the inevitable question like a broken record]: “Did the money show up yet?”

Me: “Nope.”

Him: “When do you THINK it’ll show up?”

Me: [shrugs shoulders]

Him: “Oh you probably got it already, you’re just lying!”

Me: “Nope.” [Doggies continue to tug on their leashes, tails a-waggin’, while I hold the gate ajar.]

Him: “Every bum on the street has it, and YOU still  don’t?”

Me: “Good for them.”

Him [stern frown on his dusty mug]: “Don’t do anything funny with my dogs, just take care of them like a normal person.”

Me: “Always.”

Having heard enough, I left Deek still spouting absurdities and departed up the stairs with the exuberant brindlekin yanking me all the way hovel, and inside. Now, here’s Lisa’s excellent praise:

–begin:

Subject: Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
Date: 2021-04-03 08:06
From: Lisa Harwood
To: Announce MCN

Folks: Have any of you dipped into Zeke’s Brindlekin Tales? (those links in blue he tags onto his listserv posts). You should. It’s a consistently literate journal, tracking the drama of a heroically compressed life (you’ll see as you read chapter-by-chapter) premised by the love for two homeless pups and the perfidy of a younger, destitute friend the “state” has declared their rightful owner.

It includes multiple dialogs, which play off several email correspondents. Especially well-done are his letters to a ‘My Dear Wattson’ with whom he shares a robust camaraderie. As well (and these occur when he is saddened), the journal regularly contains original devotionals: passages that borrow for affirmation from two belief disciplines in equally pertinent ways.

What has made the Tales such an addictive experience for me is the way Zeke laces his writings with spurts of video from a camera he wears on his face. It’s a unique and really good choice for this video vérité—leaving Zeke’s hands free when he is interacting with the pups, revealing consistent off-kilter perspectives of his SF neighborhood and his “hovel” (as he terms it).

The angle renders unbelievably appealing footage of canine contentment. There is daily drama in Zeke’s life. Moments of threats recorded: and while it is going on, he spontaneously narrates an astute sense of the impact of small but ultimately significant alterations to the life of an urban street. . . .this man does a lot of thoughtful sharing of what he has. The extent of how much he shares will probably shock you. This is not the Zeke you can’t stand. This is that Zeke.

–end


Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 3, 2021 9:11 AM

And the pups are back, BTW. 7 AM Deek woke me up, said he’s got something important to do, he’ll be back this afternoon, maybe later. Made some wisecracks, otherwise no problem. This is tough for him, I’m sure, but what a great return. (I decided not to contact him, let him call or see me once he’s ready.)

Flaco & Lucky are overjoyed to visit once more, and are sound asleep, crashed out on the cot right now (see attachment). Once settled in, I checked my laptop to discover YOUR kind praise! So I’m off to a good day, wouldn’t you agree? Thanks again, Lisa!

Who “My Dear Wattson” is, is no big secret, for you can discover that buried in my tales and a couple of videos which show her latest book atop one of my bins. She is Eleanor Cooney of Mendocino town. EXCELLENT person in all ways. She is also in a large number of my chapters from my previous novel, “Free Me From This Bond,” once more as my email confidante.

– Zeke

P.S.: I may just give him my entire stimulus, once it arrives. Though he’ll probably spend it foolishly, my act will prove beneficial in other, intangible ways. I can survive quite well on my regular monthly stipend.

Click here for a larger view.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 3, 2021 9:48 AM

On 2021-04-03 15:52, Ladye Birdsong wrote:

> No
>
>> Folks: Have any of you dipped into Zeke’s Brindlekin Tales?

Of course YOU, Ms. Boredom, love to rub your “no” into my face, by also posting your heart-dead reply TO me via private email. I look forward to the time later this year and beyond, when YOU rent a motel room to discover the Bible has been replaced by Brindlekin Tales in the nightstand drawer of EVERY hotel and motel room across the planet. You just won’t be able to get away from it, as my trilogy will ALSO be discussed across ALL media platforms worldwide, as well as appear brilliantly illuminated in the window display of EVERY bookstore and library that exists. Woo-hoo!


Subject: Lisa Harwood’s Brilliant Recommendation of my Tales
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 1:22 PM

> So glad you have the dogs today. God, how I wish he’d let you put your phone number on their collars. I know he won’t allow it, but how I wish.

I am not stressed over that any more…the pups will be fine, no matter what. This is a lesson of FAITH, destined to become the MIRACLE for all the world to witness. Even were they stolen for a time, they’d be brought back to me shortly, unharmed and in good spirits. They are PROTECTED, for they are DIVINE. I wouldn’t be surprised at this point, if Flaco produced a single offspring from a VIRGIN BIRTH, but instead of in a manger, it’ll occur in a hovel. I’ll name the puppy “Susej.” (Ha-ha, Jesus spelled backwards sounds like “sausage.”) This miraculous event will put a totally NEW spin on the phrase: “dog spelled backwards is god!”

I think at that point, Lucky will sport a halo and sprout angel wings! 

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 1:39 PM

> You could just about use this as a cover letter if you were to submit it to a publisher.

Yes I sure could, but it’s not in the plans to submit my trilogy to any publisher. For one thing, I’d be forced to remove my online version, as it’s public domain. HIGHLY unlikely I’d ever find a publisher anywhere, who would be willing to produce my work under the public domain category. My tales WILL take off w/o any of the muss, fuss, frustration or incantation so necessary in going through the traditional channels. Furthermore:

Ms. Harwood herself is not a celebrity or renowned author, so her magnanimous words are of not high value to the status quo.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Scary or what?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 2:00 PM

> Igor would be a fitting name for me these days…

This too shall pass…and very soon. The mutts enjoyed a full meal, and are now back at their stations on the cot, sound asleep. Lucky has burrowed himself beneath two layers of fluffy sleeping bags, and you wouldn’t even know he’s there. Flaco curled up in the box for a few minutes, but decided she prefers the bed. I’m hoping Deek will allow them to stay overnight, instead of stepping back out again today. As for my getting vaccinated:

IMPOSSIBLE. I may be eligible, but nothing’s available! This is because thousands of younger people lied about their health or zip code or occupation, in order to get their shots before the elderly could…thus more illness and deaths than need be. Hopefully, I won’t be one such unlucky boomer. Here in the City of Death, where I shine a bright light. Check this out:

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2021/03/can-i-lie-to-get-the-vaccine-sooner/618448/

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 2:29 PM

> Oh, I know all that. It was mostly an expression of how well she “grokked” it. And how surprisingly well she wrote what she did.

Yes, I was quite amazed over her superb review. I could NOT be more overjoyed. Hers is the spark that will set off the bonfire.

> That’s absolutely true. I’ve known her for many, many years.

Seriously? That’s amazing in and of itself. April will NOT disappoint. This is it, Wattson!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Some Sweet Lovin’
From: Zeke’s Mailing List
To: Charles Kapinski
Date: April 3, 2021 4:19 PM

> My 70 yr old buddy Bill just passed. He had an artificial heart valve act up on him. Went into the hospital, no corona. Days later he caught it there. In treating the valve they lost him, and conveniently for their stats sake listed him as a corona death.

Sorry to hear a good friend was lost to America’s death cult.

> They have ten cats, one named Gannon who loved him and likes me very much who is 17 and slowly dying. His young wife has found a new flame and is trying to palm Gannon onto me, but he is better off dying in familiar surroundings with his feline fellows. She’s a ditz.

She used him, now she wants to use you. Her “new flame” is in for a rude awakening.

> He had a red macaw parrot. A week after Bill died on 12/15, the parrot floopped and dropped dead. I never trusted him.

Not trusting a parrot? Tell me more. Hope you’re doing better now, Chuck…it kinda sounds like it. There are NO vaccines available for me, because thousands of young people lied to get them first: about their health condition, zip code, or occupation. This horrific situation in San Franshitsco is being swept under the rug. Residents with cars can go to neighboring counties or further, for their shots. Something I can’t do. Public transit is out of the question, since that’s a GREAT way to catch it.

– Zeke

Oh c’mon, you can trust me!

Subject: Last chapter’s already 2/3 done…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 9:19 PM

…and I’m freaking out. Of course, THIS email only ADDS to it. Not much time left for the miracle! I’m biting my nails. Which I’ve never done before. I’m tearing my hair out, even though I have none…that’s how bad it is. Maybe I’ll keep deleting passages, like tearing out pages from an unfinished chapter till it comes out right. But those passages are priceless, too! THIS COULD GO ON FOREVER!

After 9 PM now: pooches still here, loving all the cushy-blue comfort of four kid’s sleeping bags piled one atop another, as they snooze after their second meal and a good poop. Did you know that Flaco snores? Little delicate snores that delight the ear when close up. They gaze at me with such love in their crescent-moon, golden-brown eyes, I could weep! Their sweetness is radiant; I need no other light. They ARE the miracle!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Last chapter’s already 2/3 done…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 10:34 PM

> Keep everything you delete in a separate file (which I’m sure you’re doing anyway). It’ll be a treasure trove.

I will certainly do that.

> I hope Deek never comes back. There, I’ve said it.

At least not the nasty version of Deek! That may have been the end of the chapter, and thus the trilogy, last sentence being: “They ARE the miracle!”

I think it’s a fine ending for the book, yet other events or thoughts may pop up that are just too POTENT to exclude. How do YOU feel about me ending it right then and there? It’s clever: last email entitled “Subject: Last chapter’s already 2/3 done…” And the upswing just barely taking off by the time the last chapter is complete, giving the readers many sweet hours of meditation on the triple-opus aftermath. And my sudden realization that I just MAY have come to the finale: it snuck up on me! I’m just wary, though, about sealing the trilogy with any type of closure but one that is indisputably jubilant. Let’s see how things progress in my world, testing whether or not the ending has been achieved. Meanwhile, I’ll ponder this vision I had while slumped in my chair half asleep:

Aw damn, I just nodded off for a few minutes, and now I can’t remember. It was incredible, though…something about a secret cabal of scientists breeding genetically mutated cockroaches, which release will turn our planet into a utopia. Well after midnight the pups are still here, time to hit the cot.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Do you know about the cartoon series, “Oggy & the Cockroaches?”
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 4, 2021 1:29 PM

It appears to be a children’s series on the caliber of “Adventure Time,” which is WONDERFUL, I’ve watched every episode from start to finish, across the span of late 2019 to mid-2020. I discovered “Oggy” just moments ago, when searching for some clever image of partying cockroaches, to insert in my final chapter. According to Wikipedia, it’s “a French comedy animated television series!” Oggy is a CAT, by the way. Each episode is 10 minutes, and the series started airing in 1998, still going strong today.

Hopefully, the first 7 series I’m downloading from Pirate Bay are in English. However, that may not be crucial, since the show “employs silent comedy: characters either do not speak, or use unintelligible vocalizations and gestures.” There is a slew of these episodes on Youtube; I’ve watched a couple minutes of one, and enjoyed it thoroughly. The animation style is almost identical to that of “Ren & Stimpy.” Meanwhile:

It is now 1:25 PM…Deek has yet to return, thus I continue to enjoy the darlin’ mutts’ gracious company. Great sleepover as usual…they are very happy to snuggle up to me, and I, to them. Will April disappoint? I think not. I shot this video this morning (4.5 minutes):


Subject: He finally showed up to retrieve the pooches.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 4, 2021 4:01 PM

That was around 3 PM. He wished me a Happy Easter, and I, the same. Told me if anything happens to him, like his death, he has things arranged for Flaco & Lucky to be handed over to me, via another friend who has a roof over his head, who will bring them TO me. True or false? I have no idea. So I told him that’s not gonna happen thank god, but it’s good to plan ahead for such horrid possibilities, if you can. We then departed as I called to him from halfway across the street: “Thank you for trusting me with your dogs!”

He DID gripe a bit, Wattson, about my not getting the stimulus check yet…that all his friends and everyone else in the city is celebrating their gov’t windfall. I told him that’s not true…Trump fucked it up for the elderly on Social Security, but it’s getting straightened out. I already told him this before, but he’s a short-attention-span kind of guy for whom you must repeat just about EVERYthing.

At any rate, it was a friendly meetup…and that’s what REALLY counts. I also gave him his $60 allowance for the week. He mentioned he got ripped off last night, and other difficulties, and that’s why he’s so late. Who knows if that’s true? He probably just wanted to “party” his ass off. Fine with me, as the pups had a warm and friendly place to spend a day and a night. I reminded him no matter WHAT happens that causes him a delay in picking up the mutts, they will ALWAYS be safe with me, so he need NEVER worry about that. One more thing:

As I brought Flaco & Lucky down the stairs, there was Dieter chatting with Kevin the building manager, who seemed friendly enough (thank god). The pups barked, but in a low-key manner, and we had to pass through a narrow gathering of three people in the lobby (manager and two others). The pooches were absolutely NO problem. Kevin said something about their good manners, and I replied: “They’re getting used to the building.”

Just as I predicted: April shall be the month where peace grows, and conflict subsides. At least in MY life, though I’m hopeful for everyone else in the world.

– Zeke K-Holmes

PS: I think one of my most PROFOUND passages (and there are many) is where I said in the previous chapter:

“I am NOT inventing these tales, I’m LIVING them. This is what is so extraordinary, and is also wherein lies my liberation: a relic, a sliver of Saint Roch’s thigh bone where the hunting dog had licked and healed his bubonic wound. Discovered in the fountain spillage of my creative force. With Flaco & Lucky by my side, who led me there…my 2-headed Cerberus!”

At first, after writing that (which just flowed from my keyboard, as in a trance) I didn’t realize what all that implied. I read it over numerous times before it hit me: it is the doggies’ boundless love that brought me to the bubbling spring of my inspiration! And THAT, dear Wattson, is truly a beautiful thing to contemplate!


REDDIT DISCUSSION ABOUT LINE-JUMPING TO GET THE VACCINE

Here is a conversation in the AskSF Reddit sub, in which I participated on April 3rd and 4th. My handle is "i-luv-ducks." Topic of the thread is "Is it still possible to do standby at the Moscone Center if you’re under 50?"

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Sixtrings:

Multiple friends under 50 have had luck at East Bay sites

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VAGIMALILTEACUP:

Are people being deceptive on a form, and check a box that says they qualify to get vaccinated? or is there a greater supply in Alameda county than demand? I'm not attempting to pass judgement, just confused how people outside of the state's tier plan are getting appointments.

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Dittany_Kitteny:

Yes. Most people I know who got it who are under 50 fibbed on the from. We basically like “well I have asthma so that should count” or “I do consulting work for a construction firm which is eligible so I should be too”, that sort of thing. I’m happy waiting another 3-4 weeks if that means 50+ can more easily get them

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i-luv-ducks:

> Most people I know who got it who are under 50 fibbed on the from.

And that's why I, 70 years old, STILL can't get a vaccine appointment. My death will be on a lot of younger heads! Damn millenials.

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themiro:

Don't know why you're downvoted, lying on the form is a dick move.

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i-luv-ducks:

Those are the same dicks that downvoted me...obviously. Thanks for your thoughtful reply, BTW.

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_prototype:

If you need help getting a vaccine let me know. The following worked for lots:

- Use myturn.ca.gov

- Enter 94103 as zip code

- Schedule with Moscone.

Moscone does 10-15k shots a day so your odds are better there. Just need to keep checking every hour unfortunately.

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i-luv-ducks:

I'm not FROM the 94103 zip code area. Don't they check ID? Even if not, I'm not interested in placing myself in possibly a dangerous legal situation. Checking every hour is BS...I'm not a rat tapping on a lever to get the pellet!

UPDATE: I've been banned from this sub for two days, so I can't post or reply yet, but it looks like I can edit, which is what I'm doing now. I get NO availability results using myturn. When I opt for the Safeway locations within five miles of my home, it says there are NO openings. Anything else I try, NO openings.

And I apologize for comparing this Kafkaesque nightmare to a rat tapping for a pellet...because it's REALLY more like a death lottery.

Does anyone realize that the elderly weren't even eligible until less than two weeks ago? It was all based on occupation and high-risk medical conditions till then. As if being old were not a medical high risk in and of itself! Such jumping the line is not limited to SF, but is nationally widespread. See:

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2021/03/can-i-lie-to-get-the-vaccine-sooner/618448/

https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2021/03/25/vaccine-line-jump-lie-coronavirus/

Not just younger people pushing the elderly aside, but wealthy folks cutting ahead of the poor (which I am, as well as elderly...not owning a car doesn't help):

https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2021/02/06/964139633/is-it-ever-ok-to-jump-ahead-in-the-vaccine-line

--quote:

People engaged in active line-cutting — strategically positioning themselves to receive vaccines that were not intended for them — may be acting with "vaccine entitlement," says Fletcher: "There are certain people who feel justified in accessing and skipping the line and going to a county over or state over because they're so accustomed to having access, and believe they are deserving of resources that others may not have."

For instance, in cases where people from wealthier neighborhoods are going to poorer neighborhoods that have been prioritized to receive COVID-19 vaccines, the outsiders are flexing their privilege, Fletcher says. "They have access to transportation. They have access to information, to the internet." It's a move that undermines efforts to reduce health inequities.

--end

To the person who said: "As long as you're a resident of SF, you're eligible at any location in SF."

The trick word is "eligible." Of COURSE I'm eligible, but that is NOT the same thing as any vaccine center being "accessible." Which I'm learning the hard way. That person also said:

"In fact SF county allows out of county residents too."

Well, you're not a resident if you're out of county, right? Furthermore, that just gave the green light for streams of MORE young people making the dick move of pushing aside the elderly and the poor, by making accessibility even harder for them, SUCH AS MYSELF. Thus resulting in additional COVID sickness and deaths. This horrid outcome will likely get all swept under the rug: the dark underbelly of SF will once more go unnoticed.

As for the person who asked what "rat tapping" means: it's a reference to using lab rats for experiments on stimulating the pleasure center of the brain. Every time they'd tap a lever their pleasure node would be zapped (because an electric wire was connected from the lever to a specific part of their brain). Turns out they get SO much pleasure, they'll starve to death, even when access to food is right next to them.

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_prototype:

As long as you're a resident of SF, you're eligible at any location in SF. In fact SF county allows out of county residents too.

Sorry that you think this is akin to rat tapping. I really wish you best of luck. If you need I can check for you and let you know.

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11twofour:

What's rat tapping? Google was unhelpful.

Subject: TROUBLE AT THE GATE!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 4, 2021 8:53 PM

This is hard to believe, but, I GOT ADISA ON VIDEO, screaming at me by the front gate WITHOUT A MASK. Along with two of his lackey “friends,” ALSO WITHOUT A MASK. Here’s the video description, then the link below (video is 3.25 mins.):

Putting part 2 up first, due to it being the most urgent aspect of the three sections.  Parts 1 and 2 are about my latest meetup with Deek, and will be uploaded later tonight. SO GLAD I WEAR THESE SPYGLASSES!

Young man screams at me by the front gate of my apartment building. He lives here, too! My guess is that someone (or ones) besides myself has reported him and his friends (who DON'T live here) for loitering in the hallway, being a disturbance, and NOT WEARING A MASK...which they've done repeatedly over the past five or six months. Not every day or even every week, but sporadically. I reported him and his mother quite a while back, but this time around it's not me! Though clearly, I'm the scapegoat here. Are they being evicted? And why didn't the cops order them to step aside so I can enter without maskless punks in such close proximity? That angry fellow and his mom falsely accused me that one of my pups bit him and shed blood. THAT never happened, they do NOT bite...and their allegation came right on the heels of their receiving a copy of my grievance to the landlord, Ablahblah Realty. Which makes the whole accusation highly suspicious. Besides, the dogs are always with me, and they were never even NEAR either one of them, ever.

Re: TROUBLE AT THE GATE!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 4, 2021 9:14 PM

> Horrible. Just fucking horrible.

I thought it was HILARIOUS! They’re actors…didn’t you see them poorly concealing their grins? This is just another setup to make me the hero! Well, they’re gone: two down, one to go (the manager)! Nice that Kismet tossed me an extra bone in Todd’s demise! Had another most EXCELLENT visit with Deek tonight…all recorded on video, so it’ll be uploaded later on, perhaps tomorrow morning. You will LOVE it. Meanwhile, here are parts 1 and 2 of “Trouble at the Gate” (5 and 4 minutes, respectively). I think you’ll be impressed by Deek’s demeanor:


Subject: Mr. Psychobitch thinks he’s clever!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 4, 2021 9:33 PM

He emailed me today, under a female pseudonym, saying she’d love to drop off a large bag of dog food at my place, next time she visits her friend in SF. I already figured it was him (I mean, gimme a break, she mentions “Mike Sears” right off the bat) so I gave him my OLD address and phone number. FYI: I NEVER give my real phone and address to strangers on the Internet. He HAS, however, been reported to the proper authorities. Read it all here, and have a good laugh:

On 2021-04-05 00:52, annemarie weibel wrote:

I have been following you and your dogs that you post on the list. I think it is so nice of you to take of those puppies for your homeless friend. I have four dogs that I love dearly myself so I buy dog food in bulk from our country feed store where I get a very good price. I have a friend in north beach I see about once a month. If you give me your address and phone number I can call you and drop off a 25 pound of dog food for you.  I'm sorry to read what some people on the list say about you. Mike Sears is not liked by the good people here in our supportive community so don't be upset about what he says about you. Not everyone on the coast here is like him or his friends.

Peace and Love
Annemarie

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On Mon, Apr 5, 2021 at 2:11 AM Zeke Krahlin wrote:

Wow! So kind of you. And it will also be a GREAT pleasure meeting a real live person, finally, who is on that "controversial list" who is familiar with, and enjoys, my puppy contributions! May you have the loveliest night of your life, tonight...and always.

My phone is a land line, BTW:

415-[xxx-xxxx]

My residence is here in the Castro, on Market Street between Castro and Noe/16th Streets (they all intersect).

[xxx] Market Street, #205
SF, CA 94102

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Re: annemarie from the mendo list serve
From: annemarie weibel
To: Zeke Krahlin

I"ll be sure to drop it off personally.

All 6'3", 245 pound of Big Mike

Oldest cop trick in the book.............SUCKER !!!

Re: annemarie from the mendo list serve
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 5, 2021 10:11 AM

> Amazing how he keeps getting taller, isn’t it? From 6’2″ to 6’3″, just like that!

Oh, he’s just one more bodhisattva, as I concluded some time ago, and so expertly analyzed in chapter 13 of book 1: “Checkmate, Mr. Kuzlowski.” Setting me up to become the hero. IOW:

HE’S ON MY SIDE!


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- Mr. Psychobitch thinks he’s clever!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 5, 2021 10:45 AM

> But….that IS your real address, isn’t it??

Of course.


Re: (R) of the Albany County Legislature states a remark so homophobic is must be heard to be believed.
From: Zeke’s Mailing List
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: April 5, 2021 11:24 AM

We are DESTINED for a global LGBT revolution, and very soon. WE SHALL BE VICTORIOUS! Your excellent remarks on this topic are now embedded in the final chapter of book 3 of my Brindlekin trilogy. Which shall be published soon, definitely before the end of this month. It’s the LONGEST chapter of all the tales, by a long shot.

– Ezekiel

RE: (R) of the Albany County Legislature states a remark so homophobic is must be heard to be believed.
From: Carlyle Langbourne
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: April 4, 2021 8:17 PM

Ezekiel,

It is nice that he kind-of apologized, but I doubt that he gets how simple-minded his viewpoint really is, and just how callous are his remarks and what kind of provocations they are. He is probably just posturing and almost surely will continue having an ugly and bigoted outlook.

Christian bigots like him don’t get that being gay in terms of procreation is really no different in moral terms than a man and wife who find themselves unable to conceive, as happens to some 10% of straight couples. In neither case did we request or choose the situation. For a gay man to marry a woman to whom he is capable of feeling no genuine attraction would be the real ethical failing.

Furthermore, if our planet were in any danger of dying out due to lack of people, gay men and lesbians could rise to the call. Even further, the real existential danger to human continuation is a glut of human beings, polluting and exhausting the planet.

Bigots like him cannot get that a homosexual really IS a homosexual, not a misbehaving heterosexual. Something different on a basic level that is probably biological in nature. But the GOP doesn’t really care about any of that, they care only about power and pandering to religious bigots and crackpots. In their secret, dark hearts., which they cannot hide and are not real secret to us, they would be as cynically casual about wiping out “imperfect” people who were at no fault for their imperfections. Like the Nazis who said about slaughtered gays, “It isn’t a punishment. We are simply terminating abnormal life”.

This is why I have long felt- we don’t owe them anything, at all. Not civility, not respect, not the peace, not hope for a shiny future that will redeem it all if only we are patient and nice enough that we don’t spoil it by getting nasty. I have felt that probably this country could never be set straight until blood has been shed, without guilt or apology, only with determined defiance, in the Republican party, in the archaic and poisonous Churches, in the red states, in the right-wing media. As true today as it was true in 1862. Too far gone for mere words. Trump was more than enough proof of that.

If that spirit produced a right-wing dictatorship, it would really only be the blame of the victims for not fighting hard enough, not for daring to ever think of reading the riot act to the bastards.

Regards, Carlyle


Subject: Mr. Sewer’s phone number and voicemail message:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 5, 2021 12:15 PM

I have NOT listened to the voicemail message yet. Tell me what you think about it, good doctor. I don’t want my deductive reasoning skills to be unduly disrupted at this crucial moment of the investigation. As for Myrtle & son:

Appears they’ve moved out for good. Deek said he watched them lug bundles of stuff to the curb, squabbling until a van picked them up. Wish I could’ve seen and recorded THAT; it would’ve been a Sundance Film Festival honorary mention! Funny thing, though:

As I returned from Rosenberg’s with my morning java, I saw Myrtle enter the building from a half block away (she did not see me). Not unusual in and of itself, but she likewise held a fresh cup of coffee in her hand…indicative of an inappropriately casual demeanor amid a personal crisis. But it DOES make sense in light of my premise that they’re simply putting on a show for my own glory. The end game of my “initiation,” so to speak.

LOOKS LIKE MY FINAL CHAPTER IS GONNA BE ONE HECK OF A LONG RIDE! Which is great, ’cause my readers really don’t WANT the tales to end.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Mr. Sewer’s phone number and voicemail message:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Alvin Hock
Date: April 5, 2021 12:19 PM

Mike Sewers: 707-[xxx-xxxx] (service: U.S. Cellular).

That cell number is a surefire way to identify the REAL clown behind the makeup.

I have NOT listened to the voicemail message yet. Tell me what you think about it. I am in the middle of an investigation right now here in my neck of the woods, and do NOT want my deductive skills to be unduly distracted. One criminal at a time! Thanks.

– Zeke

P.S.: It is good that we play head-butting antagonists for a while longer, as it shakes the tree where evil monkeys hide. They have begun dropping like rotten coconuts! :D

P.P.S.: You will be honored for your good works in due time, Mr. Hock.


Re: Mr. Sewer’s phone number and voicemail message:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 5, 2021 12:43 PM

> There’s nothing on there–just some static. Maybe that’s his “message.”

No, he obviously wanted me to pick up the phone…else he’d leave evidence of his harassment that I could use against him. The call was at 4:08 fukkin AM! Woke me up, thought it was Deek (maybe a butt-dial)…but then figured “Nah!” and went back to sleep.

Well, this happens EVERY time I decide to allow my phone to ring, rather than let it go directly to voicemail…or in an earlier time, to the answering machine. It’s been going on for DECADES: I ALWAYS wind up being forced to turn the ringer back off! This time around I had turned it on just so Deek could reach me via his new, paid-for smartphone ASAP. But, thanks to Mr. Psychobitch, that is once more out of the question.

I’m wondering now how things will come down on the building manager, since he was COMPLICIT in the false allegation by Myrtle & son. Perhaps I was an AID to his finally getting them evicted, thanks to my letter of complaint to Ablahblah Realty? Or perhaps he had to SWITCH SIDES to save his own skin? He is certainly friendly again, towards my doggie sitting. But one thing I CAN declare with assurance, Wattson:

This is FAR FROM THE FIRST TIME I’ve helped make this building a safer environment!

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Glad I got you his smartphone number. That was my plan in the first place. As far as his “duping” me to reveal my actual phone number and address: EASY for anyone online to find all that out. Even many of my blog entries note my street address, one way or another, including, most recently, Brindlekin Tales. In fact, the WHOLE WORLD will soon know exactly where I live…thus making 9666 Market Street, SF, a landmark building of the highest order! Many, I say MANY, good people will rise to my protection, soon. Of course, I may likely have to move elsewhere, but by then SCADS of trustworthy allies will provide me with safe harbor, ACROSS THE ENTIRE NATION…and the whole friggin planet, if it comes to that. This will include Deek and the mutts’ OWN protection, too! And since I can NOT be without the pups’ presence, we four will find refuge together! Woo-hoo!


Subject: Last Night’s Meetup with Deek: EXCELLENT! [my latest video – 12 mins.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zekes-Mailing-List
Date: April 5, 2021 3:09 PM

Same day as that nasty encounter at the front gate of my apartment building, I had excellent rapport with Deek, both before and after…one “before” and two “after.” This is the second “after.”



The Next Next Next Next Next Next Next Next Chapter

April 2, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]

Subject: Your Key Phrase
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: April 1, 2021 8:57 AM

This particular phrase of yours is key:

“I do not experience the system as all bad.”

Because it just now hit me, that you worked with Medicaid clients in NEW MEXICO, which is one of the handful of states that has NEVER crippled the poor with an astronomical Share of Cost. (Though, as with the two other states I know of that likewise did not, there was STILL an egregious price to pay: NO real dental care.)

Thus, you were virtually SHELTERED from experiencing the draconic fees for Medicaid services that were typical for well over forty of our states, possibly as many as forty-seven. Seeing as I did not do research on this for every state. I only found, thus far, three states that did NOT charge a criminally-exorbitant SOC: New Mexico, Minnesota, and Massachusetts.

My point being, therefore:

You were not so hobbled in your mission to assist the poor, as you would’ve been in most every other state. Therefore, you cannot REALLY give me that inside view of Medicaid workers who had the misfortune of being employed in a high-SOC region. Which also means you cannot speak for the quality (or lack thereof) of Medicaid services across the board, that is: in a national context. It’s almost like you were working in a different country, where the poor were treated better.

– Zeke


Re: Some Sweet Lovin’
From: Zeke’s Mailing List
To: Chuck Kapinski
Date: April 1, 2021 1:13 PM

> Their adorable precious sincerity is unmatchable and priceless.

No truer words have been said! Thanks. But since that video, more sadness and tragedy has ensued. You can read about it in my last two Brindlekin chapters. That would be chapters 14 and 15 of book 3.

> I think I may have this goddamned bug.

VERY sorry to hear that, Charles.

> Two Sundays ago I began becoming insomniac with nightsweats, catching only maybe 3 or 4 hours alternating nights. I’ve been eating light, drinking plenty of fluids and juice, and just laying low.

Horrific, but I’m sure you’ll pull through. I hope those night sweats have abated by the time you get this email.

> I don’t DARE push the pussy panic button because a 67 year old on an SSA check ends up in the roach motel – where you check in, but you don’t check out. Lots of lying down.

America is a death cult, and the poor its greatest victims. So yeah, stay away.

> I still have to drive a couple miles every other day for groceries, dizzy as a zombie.

Drive slow, drive safe please.

> The thing lasts anywhere from two to six weeks depending upon your resistance. Maybe I’m half way through it. Hope so.

Most people survive it quite well…unless they have some serious medical complication already. You do not.

> I only make it out to Staples free wifi a couple times a week.

That’s a drag.

> How do you feel about shots? My jury’s out.

I would definitely get the shots ASAP. Unfortunately, here in San Franshitsco they have a shortage, and I can NOT get an appointment anywhere. The lucky ones with vehicles can simply drive to another county. I wasn’t even ELIGIBLE for the vaccination until a week ago! Despite my age, which is now 70. But what good is being eligible, if you can’t make an appointment? Looks like I won’t even GET my first shot for months from now.

Keep taking as good a care of yourself as is humanly possible…my prayers are with you.

– Zeke


Re: Louisiana took ALL his stimulus money!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 1, 2021 6:05 PM

> Zeke: This video is so powerful; it sent chills up my back. . .I really believe your body of video work is going to be incredibly important some day.

Yes, it will be, but it must NOT be at the cost of two doggies’ lives, or that of a homeless person.

> And may even help in drawing attention to this tragic ‘Catch-22’ situation faced by impoverished fathers like Deek.

Definitely…I know EXACTLY what I am doing with my tales, and how they will impact the world.

> This is an intrusion of the State of Louisiana on an intended stimulus to the economy of San Francisco when it comes down to it.

Of course.

> So: start with calling your Supervisor. There may be a large number of homeless indigent fathers who have been similarly impacted.

I find that unlikely, just as I’ve found all my OTHER efforts through political and gov’t channels useless, including locally. Deek’s cooperation would be vital, and he would NEVER go along with it. But that’s not why I say “unlikely,” as it’s the system itself. Unless there were already an active support group to get the ball rolling, there is no point in wasting my time like this. I have even TRIED to get some major issues going by phone and email contacts, online forums, and so on. NOTHING went anywhere, in spite of my dedicated efforts.

> Call the local office of your Congressperson. Make the complaint. Ask them for assistance. They are in the best position to do that. Your own story of one poor person fortunate enough to have shelter trying to assist another who does not is compelling. And the shared pups also makes it a human interest tale.

Those are all nice ideas, but they will NOT mount to a hill of legumes. Believe me, I have tried that route MANY times. And that is PRECISELY why I am writing my Brindlekin Tales…a DIFFERENT route that I know in my heart will get the ball rolling in a MAJOR way. It WILL take off, and this year…I just don’t know the date of Day One.

> There must be a City Department or Non-profit who have the legal hutzpah you need. This is really a Class Action situation.

You can NOT pull off a class action lawsuit without a large number of people already on the bandwagon. I am not in a position, nor do I have the contacts needed, to achieve that goal.

> Deek had a day of feeling it was possible for him to live a “normal” life for awhile, one free if only temporarily of destitution.. . . . When he shows up again, as you know he will. Just let him blather for awhile—importantly: do not address his specific insults—and then use phrases like “Deek, I need your respect in order to help you”. . . “Deek, I can’t continue without your respect.”

Ha-ha, not gonna work…been there, done that. Soon as I suggested my contacting local gov’t officials, but I’d need his cooperation to speak for him, it all blew up in my face. You have NO idea how self-sabotaging he is!

> You have a remarkable mind, Zeke: you act on your intentions, and at least he realizes that about you. 

Thank you…and I am USING my remarkable mind to achieve the desired results through my BOOK, rather than those political channels that ALWAYS lead me to a dead end. I know this through MUCH experience over many decades.

> Offering him something to eat might help stem the stream of insults as you explain what you willing to try on his behalf next. Which you will not pursue in the absence of his respect. 

That’s NOT gonna work (offering him food), but thanks for your well-intentioned proposals. My book IS the answer, and nothing else. I think you need to realize that the creation of these tales is exactly BECAUSE the ideas you’ve suggested are ones I’ve already tried many times over, but got nowhere.

– Zeke

P.S.: The solution is therefore, to promote my tales and videos, because that IS the route I’m taking, after many years of not getting anywhere through gov’t channels. Yet I have NOT heard you say one word about sharing my works with others! Especially those you might know in gov’t, media or other venues of influence.

THE BOOK, THE BOOK, THE BOOK!

And the videos.

Since you are so MOVED by my tales, that’s an EXCELLENT sign that others will be, too. Right? So why try to get me to put my time and elbow grease into a strategy that is doomed for failure, instead of promoting my very MOVING stories and videos? You could easily tell friends/connections by email:

“Wow, this guy’s work is astounding…videos AND tales about very pressing matters, and are compellingly, breathlessly composed!”

Or do you not really believe I’m that good? To promote or not to promote: THAT is the question!


Subject: Little Miss Innocence Walks By
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 1, 2021 8:32 PM

Just a 29 second video. I step out of my hovel to encounter Dieter, and “Little Miss Innocence” Myrtle Haversak walks by. So tempting to strangle her; she has a petite skinny neck. But I’ll leave the Fates to sort things out, as I’m sure they have something especially ghastly in store for her and her punk son. And the building manager as well.


Re: Little Miss Innocence Walks By
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 1, 2021 9:28 PM

> Myrtle’s the skinny blonde wisp who darts by?

Of course. She’s the only person in the video besides Dieter. I can’t imagine what’s going on with those two, since things have been VERY quiet in their apartment lately. And I DON’T say hello to the building manager any more like I used to…I just walk right by him. Not that he’s ever said hello to me first, ever. Sick people.

I never phoned Deek back last night, nor today, nor has he shown up or called me at all. I’m totally disgusted with him. The dogs should not be with him…he’s a dangerous and scary fellow. This is The City of Ghouls. I need to get outta here, but not without the pups. I have no idea how to accomplish this.

Happy April Fool’s Day. There certainly are a lot of fools in San Franshitsco. And now Chuck, my friend from Philly, has come down with Covid-19…like we never saw this coming, eh?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Little Miss Innocence Walks By
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 1, 2021 10:50 PM

> Christ. I agree. You gotta get out. And not without the pups.

Something will come through for me…I just don’t know what, or how. Or maybe Brindlekin Tales will be my legacy, containing clues as to who murdered me. Right up there on WordPress.

> Yeah, I saw that exchange. Scary as hell. Going to the hospital is like going to the morgue.

He’s an idiot. All his macho bragging how he refuses to wear a mask. I kept warning him to not be foolish, this is a serious pandemic. Now THIS happens, SO PREDICTABLE. How many others have come down with it, thanks to him, before he fell ill? His friendship is nothing more than a lingering memory. He’ll probably get dizzy and faint in his car while driving, and I’ll never know what happened.

I think today’s thoughts and scenarios were designed to send a shiver down my readers’ spines, wondering if I’m gonna go on a berserk murder spree. A trail of blood from Myrtle to Adisa to the building manager to Deek, and then to an Uber driver where I whisk the pooches away with me to some unknown destination. Maybe somewhere in Mendocino County, as the latest criminal refugee dodging the law by living out in the deep, dark woods. Maybe I’ll camp for awhile in a tent in your backyard. Erwyn’ll love the brindlekin!

Very pulpy plot. More likely a PARODY on pulpy plots. Let’s see what ensues. I am NOT inventing these tales, I’m LIVING them. This is what is so extraordinary, and is also wherein lies my liberation: a relic, a sliver of Saint Roch’s thigh bone where the hunting dog had licked and healed his bubonic wound. Discovered in the fountain spillage of my creative force. With Flaco & Lucky by my side, who led me there…my 2-headed Cerberus!

Jeez, my readers GOTTA go through all the chapters now, to understand ANYthing that’s going on at this point! I can’t believe I’ve written so many wonderful tales…though I haven’t really, except as one who pens events as they unfold. With my OWN flights of fancy scattershot across the pages. Like this email. Is it time to change your pseudonym again, or do you prefer to remain as Wattson? I rather like that!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Little Miss Innocence Walks By
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 12:51 AM

> I like Wattson! Unless something better comes along!

You can never go wrong with a classic. You’re up late.


Subject: Here’s a video clip of your old neighbor, Dieter
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Charles Kapinski
Date: April 2, 2021 9:23 AM

I always have my “spyglasses” turned on once I exit my room, due to the horrid accusations against me by neighbors in 208 (mother and son) and the building manager. I call the bitch “Myrtle” in my tales. She and her punk son made a false allegation to the manager that one of the pups bit him and drew blood. That NEVER happened, as I am always with the dogs…and their dubious claim came IMMEDIATELY AFTER they received a copy of my complaint to Ablahblah Realty, that her son’s teenage friends were loitering in the hallway RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR, being a disturbance with their loud pranks and “niggah” tough talk ALONG WITH refusing to wear a mask. It’s even in writing (their phony charge), in a printed letter the building manager mailed me, WITH HIS SIGNATURE. Nothing has come of it, of course, because they have NO proof, and the timing of their accusation is highly suspicious. This will be an EASY case in my favor for any attorney, once I can finally find one that actually responds to my email (a form on their page that you fill out then click “send”). But so far, no lawyer recommended to me by the SF Tenants Union has bothered to get in touch with me, and it’s been several months since I’ve started trying to get the ball rolling.

Furthermore, the ONLY reason they were loitering, is because Adisa’s mother, Myrtle, didn’t want them all to be in a small studio unit because of this highly contagious virus..so her answer was to risk exposure for EVERYONE ELSE in the building, by having them linger in the hallway WITHOUT WEARING MASKS! And, of course, I was more vulnerable to exposure, than ANYONE ELSE in the building!

These loiterers kept this up over several months, on and off, but averaged once a week. And was in ARRANGEMENT with the building manager. Whom I confronted several times about stopping this, but he just shrugged his shoulders: “They’re teenagers, what do you expect?” Right, as if it were perfectly fine to have strangers loitering in your hallway an hour or more, on a regular basis, and your own privacy is compromised, plus they expose everyone in the building to potentially catching the coronavirus…and I’M the most vulnerable, because they are almost RIGHT ON TOP OF ME!

Anyway, this was all covered in great detail in my Brindlekin Tales, particularly in THIS piece (chapter 4, book 2).

You can READ my letter to Ablahblah Realty at the top of that page. Perhaps you’ve already seen that chapter, but I have a hunch you haven’t…thus my explanation above. Who’s to say that the neighbor who recently died (in Maxie’s old room, isn’t that a hoot) did not contract the virus because of these loiterers? As well as one or more OTHER residents having come down with it, too.

Because of this horrific violation and harassment towards me, a longterm resident, I decided to purchase from Amazon, a pair of eyeglasses with a built-in camera. Which, happily, also gave me many excellent videos of the pups and outdoor scenes, particularly of their homeless “owner” who has no idea I’ve been video recording him, and uploading to Youtube.

So as it turned out recently, I stepped out and there was Dieter, slowly ascending the stairs with turtle-like speed. So I thought to share with you this 29-second recording, even though the more important point of this video is to have captured an image of “Myrtle” for future reference, if needed. I already have a recording of her stupid son hanging outside the building with two of his friends…all of them NOT wearing a mask! So here’s Dieter.

I will try to get a more interesting video featuring him, to send you.


Subject: I refuse anything BUT a happy ending!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 10:12 AM

I have only two chapters to go (working on the next-to-last one now, which includes this email). This is based on my low-level OCD that wants Book 3 to contain 17 chapters, since Book 1 contains 19, and Book 2, 18. Yet it doesn’t look at all like a happy ending is forthcoming any time soon, good physician. If such be the case by the time I’ve completed the 16th chapter, that last chapter will simply contain one sentence:

“Waiting for that happy ending.”

Or perhaps I’ll add a SECOND sentence:

“Why not check out my Gay Bible website while YOU’RE waiting, too?”

IOW, it will be an open-ended conclusion, just as was my previous book, “Free Me From This Bond.” Though, once the fortuitous outcome DOES occur, I will replace that sentence with a full reckoning.

I could, of course, break my self-imposed chapter-limit rule, and continue on, possibly giving birth to yet a FOURTH book. Or continue my Brindlekin Tales outSIDE of the trilogy. We’ll just have to wait and see, as these stories depend entirely on what actually occurs in real life. And who knows?

Maybe a sudden turnaround will occur at the last moment, and chapter 17 will indeed be a happy ending withOUT delay!

No word from Deek, and I’m not gonna bother to phone him. Until, that is, when Sunday comes around, to remind him to pick up his weekly $60 allowance. I’m sure he’ll spit and fume and deny me camaraderie with the pooches. I heard him holler somewhere on Noe Street (in the direction of 7/11), “Flaco! Flaco!” late last night. Voices carry easily in the wee hours, and in the cold. I poked my head out the window a few times, to see if he were heading towards my hovel, but no, that did NOT happen.

Those wonderful, sweet little doggies, may God protect them!


Subject: More on St. Roch
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 10:56 AM

From Wikipedia:

“Saint Roch or Rocco (lived c. 1348 – 15/16 August 1376/79 (traditionally c. 1295 – 16 August 1327) is a Catholic saint, a confessor whose death is commemorated on 16 August and 9 September in Italy; he is especially invoked against the plague…He is a patron saint of dogs, invalids, of falsely accused people, bachelors, and several other things… he would have perished had not a dog belonging to a nobleman named Gothard Palastrelli supplied him with bread and licked his wounds, healing them.”

So, besides the dog issue, I HAVE been falsely accused, and I AM a bachelor. Also the patron St. of plagues (think COVID-19), he certainly is the one for me to pray to for intercession!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: More on St. Roch
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 12:13 PM

> Now, there’s a saint even I might pray to!

I know, right! It was never my intent to impose so much Catholic flow to my tales…yet that is where my muses took me. Some day we will understand better why this is so. For now, it is my conjecture that it is not so much an affirmation of Christianity, but an expression of Jungian archetypes most appropriate for a Christianized society. I certainly HOPE that any reader of these books will not hold any expectation of the maudlin trope that I will “discover Jesus” by the end of my tales.

I was awaiting your next missive, that I may add a further revelation to my previous email. So now, here it is:

Of course, after all I’ve been through since late October, and the incredible lessons and insights I’ve gained as a result: it makes PERFECT sense that a joyous outcome will occur right at the last moment, under the wire, a sudden twist in the final plot. But until then:

The box that Flaco loves to shelter in from time to time remains on the floor, and the two little harnesses still hang from the edge of my loft. They shall ALWAYS be a part of my hovel’s decor, so long as the pups remain asunder from my world. ‘Tis a horrible thought to imagine myself growing older with these dear items forever in place, till the day comes when I finally perish. But so it must be, if such a sad fate comes to pass. For I will never stop loving them.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Did you see my latest Deek video yet? Less than 7 minutes. Very important to have documented…but a terrible heartbreak, so much so I can’t bring myself to watch it. I just uploaded it to Youtube and was done with it.


Re: More on St. Roch
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 2:37 PM

> Fuck, no.

Discover Jebus? Not on your life! Discover Artemis? I bet my whole Social Security payments and all my creative gifts on that!

> I know how you feel, and I’m not just mouthing platitudes. I really do know.

Much appreciated, Wattson. ‘Cause no one around here gives a flying fuck whether or not I exist…while a handful certainly WISH I were dead. They don’t know WHO they’re messing with, though. I shall still be here, long after THEY’RE dead and gone. It’s happened before, and it will happen again. If I can’t find any way to move the hell outta this evil burg, my own SPIRIT will repel the goons, and THEY’LL be catapulted away! And it has NOTHING to do with some silly plot to cease using underarm deodorant.

The dogs are fine, so is Deek…who is just playing his bodhisattva role to make me into a hero. But I HAVE to go through certain trials ANYway, in order to bring this about. For if I knew TOO WELL or TOO SOON, that little secret, then my mettle would have never been able to be tested! IOW:

I’m good.

> I did watch it. So, so sad to see the doggies looking back over their shoulders at you as he makes them run behind his garbage can.

Their sweet way of letting me know their love is always there for me, no matter what. INCREDIBLY caring creatures! But they also realize they have a duty to be there for Deek, in spite of a less-than-ideal situation. So: BRAVE, too!

– Zeke


Re: Did you see my latest Deek video yet?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 7:49 PM

> I hated hearing him insult you.

He does that a lot, like every third visit. Unless he makes a big change in his attitude, it’s gonna be even worse, now that he thinks I fucked him over by getting him to apply for the stimulus after promising the gov’t won’t garnish it this time around. It was Lisa Harwood who swore to me up and down, that wouldn’t happen any more, so I took her word for it. Though I believe I DID check it out myself, and found a site that said, no, they won’t garnish it this time around.

Now, she’s advising me to contact politicians and the media, get the word out, blah blah blah. It’s all in my last two chapters, and the one I’m working on now. Anything BUT say: “Great, important writing, I’ll share it with others!” Which is what I REALLY need done…and I explained to her going though gov’t channels has NEVER worked for me, only backfired. And is the very REASON I’m creating these Brindlekin Tales…as they WILL have the desired impact, with MUCH quicker results. What is it with some people who say they love my writing, but never bother to let others know? It’s not like I’m composing some silly, romantic fluff novel, or a Reader’s-Digest-style doggy tale. This is POTENT stuff I’m broadcasting! I’ve bcc’d to you, two or three of my replies to Lisa, but I know you’re too busy to get around to EVERYthing I send you.

But whatever. I am totally CONFIDENT of my forthcoming success, so it’s more like I’m offering people like Ms. Harwood a wonderful opportunity to be a PART of nurturing this success. Anyway, back to Deek:

Besides him calling me a pervert for letting Flaco lick me on the face, he also said they stink, and weren’t like that when he dropped them off. Not true, I told him they DID smell a bit when you brought them here, and it’s your body odor from sleeping with them. Of course he denied that, accused me of lying. You saw how he feigned innocence, as if all he said was he didn’t want them licking me…unlike a few nights back when he cussed me out over that.

His hostility boils down to just one thing: jealousy over how much the pups love me. He even gets angry at me now and then, for not having him step inside any more…says everyone else has friends over, he sees them come and go from my building all the time. He doesn’t give a flying fuck if I catch the virus, doesn’t even realize the RISK I already take, by caring for the doggies! When the pandemic restrictions first took off, I told Deek no more visits, no more pups coming over, sorry. I was even afraid to touch them! But love won out: I just didn’t have the HEART to “ex” Flaco & Lucky out of my life for god knows HOW long this plague would last. It would be CRUEL to Deek, as well…who didn’t even believe the novel coronavirus was actually a thing. He now wears a mask slung below his chin, which is so he can enter stores. But he STILL refuses to place it over his nose and mouth otherwise, not even in my presence. As he departed that night, he said OLD people like me come down with it, not younger people. As if it’s perfectly alright for him to spread the virus wherever he pleases. Talk about pressing my buttons!

I can NOT reason with him in any way…he’ll shout me down unless I REALLY holler back to silence him. Which, sadly, then upsets the pooches: they lower their heads in a forlorn  manner. I’m sure he’ll claim I OWE him a full $1,400 for putting him through that.

Did you SEE that huge speaker he’s lugging around on a dolly? Ridiculous. He could’ve spent HALF as much for a decent speaker, so he could put some of that wasted money into the pups.

Okay, I’m done venting. Now for a refresher on my Bohisattva Premise:

That was March 31st, the last day of the month when I got whammied with Deek’s anger over child support’s taking his stimulus payment. The WORST thing that could’ve happened, DID happen. And he’ll milk it for all it’s worth, possibly, haranguing me with his every breath…trying to guilt-trip me as much as possible, to coughing up even MORE moolah. Which will NOT work. It never HAS worked.

Though as I said, signs point to a sudden alteration in my favor, some time in April…hopefully starting on day 1. Based on my prescient epiphany that it will occur before Flaco’s next estrus cycle. And that (remember) Deek is simply an actor, playing an antagonist’s role, that I answer his many horrific challenges to become the hero in these tales. Which are all SCRIPTED.

And since the last day of March, I haven’t been in contact with Deek…nor do I think I need bother. He is free to ring me up, whenever. I will therefore go by the assumption that the BS is over, and April will be that magic month, where Deek and all OTHER bodhisattva players will drop their masks of evil to show me their true aspects as angels. (This includes, then, my building manager and Myrtle and son, among others of less recent vintage.) TRUSTING that the pooches will be perfectly fine no matter what. WORRY is, after all, one of the demons I should NEVER allow to ruin my day. They’re expert at projecting all sorts of monstrous scenarios into one’s mind! Assuming I’m correct in my premise:

April will go down in history as “The Month of Miracles.”

– Zeke

P.S.: Also based on my premise, I believe I may very well be the MOST IMPORTANT PERSON ON THIS PLANET at this time. Everything, everyone else, is trivial by comparison. Do I have a fat ego, or what?


The Next Next Next Next Next Next Chapter

March 30, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 14]

Subject: This is FANTASTIC!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 29, 2021 11:31 AM

This morning I phoned Deek again, to let him know I have another three jacksons eager to warm his crotch. But again, just like last night, he didn’t pick up. In fact, this time around I was shunted directly to “leave a message” voicemail. What’s up with that? He must’ve changed the setting (or more likely, had someone do that for him), since previously it took six rings before activating voicemail. But obviously he STILL doesn’t check for missed calls. (Or does he, but doesn’t always bother to call back? The mystery rages on.)

Well, just twenty minutes ago he calls up to my window, says someone stole the leashes last night, and please watch the dogs, he’s gotta rush downtown to get something sorted…I’m not sure what about, as he spoke really fast, and I was half-listening…but I think it has to do with getting ID (finally) or something else equally important.

So I snatched up the bills and quickly exited without even bothering to don my bandanna..when, almost at the stairs, I heard him holler: “Ya got any cigarettes?” So I dashed BACK hovel, procured two cancer sticks and took an extra moment to secure that bandanna. I also thought I need to bring those two spare leashes I have lying around…but they’re packed away on my loft, and that would cause further delay (breaking out the ladder, climbing it, rummaging about, etc.). So I just said fuck it and hurried downstairs. I figured, since no one’s around, the pups will just scurry right to my room, for which reason I left the door ajar.

I opened the gate and he immediately asked if I have a ciggie before I even had a chance to hand them over. He said, “Oh!” when I did, and the pooches dashed inside in a paroxysm of joy. Hoping neither the building manager nor the evil mother-and-son duo in 208 would cross paths with the brindlekin, I turned my attention back to Deek, who blurted:

“That church guy who handles our mail said I’d get my stimulus on a debit card in two days!”

“Excellent,” I replied. “Make sure to tell me the PIN number, in case you forget it.”

I then withdrew the bills from my pocket: “Here’s another sixty.”

“Wow, THANKS, gotta go now!” and off he went.

I turned around to see nary a hair of either dog, though one of the elevator workers came walking down to the lobby.

“Cool!” I registered, “They didn’t even bark once! Guess they’re in my room by now.”

So I fled up the stairs where Lucky suddenly dashed back out to greet me halfway up…with Flaco right behind. As if it were THEIR home now, and they were so ecstatic to have me visit! I waved them back inside, where they scurried about in excited bursts, crimping up the tarps and thin rugs in the process, till I set myself upon the cot. Whence they stumbled all over me with waggy tails and many licks. I noticed their fur smells like 7/11 tacos, or something of that nature…egg rolls perhaps?

They are now totally crashed out in deep sleep, as I type this email. What a great latest visit with Deek, but I DO regret just one thing:

I forgot to don my spyglasses.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: This is FANTASTIC!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 29, 2021 12:36 PM

> Wonderful. They’re with you now?

Yep. Here they are, crashed out like logs:

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And here are two shots from several days ago, that I know you’ll adore:

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> Too bad about the spyglasses, but your “contemporaneous notes” more than make up for the lack!

No, it would’ve been a GROUNDBREAKING video! But I’m not upset, because as I said before: the Reptilians have me covered. They just informed me they copied a recording of it from my own brain, and it’s now in their “/zeke” archives. So I’m good. (Thank god I didn’t succumb to antipsychotic chemicals during any time I was seeing a shrink! All this would’ve been buried forever, and there’d BE no “Brindlekin Tales!”)

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Waters of March
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 29, 2021 1:59 PM

> If you ever learn her name, please let me know.

Will do. Mayhaps though, YOU might discover who she is first, in which case I expect to be informed posthaste, or I shall weep a stream of tears and go floating down my own river, like Alice in Wonderland!

> That your prediction of an amazing and heart-lifting April be realized for all life on the planet.

When I pray, I set my expectations beyond the stratosphere! Why think small, if prayers really ARE answered?

______________________________________________________________

Subject: You will be ecstatic to hear that…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 29, 2021 5:45 PM

…Deek has taken my advice and initiated on his own, getting his stimulus payment via our local church. He came by today, to tell me he’ll get it this Wednesday when they have mail call. He asked me to watch the pups while he rushes downtown to get some important errands done, including procuring San Francisco ID!

As for your suggestion I go through media channels re. Deek’s situation and the homeless in general:

As I said, it just backfires when I try that approach. My answer is to write tales so astounding, that people will flock to them and spread the word, without my EVER having to struggle with the publishing route, social media, and so on. And THAT’S what Brindlekin Tales is all about. And if you ever feel as excited about my stories as I am, let others know! But ONLY if it rings a bell of sheer joy in your heart.

I have had others say to me over the years how much they love my writing…yet not a single one of them has ever thought to share my outstanding work with others. Don’t know why that is, because they will obviously do SO much good for scads of people.

I feel sometimes like the Little Red Hen. :)


Re: Waters of March
From Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 29, 2021 6:22 PM

> Thanks for the tip, Zeke. I sent him a message!

I’m sure he’ll get back to you. Did you know he’s read a lot of my stories in the recent past, as well as had me call in? I’ve saved all those audio clips for posterity.

I took almost a year’s hiatus, before resuming…but after reading my new stories in two consecutive shows, he abruptly ceased. His plan was to read all my Brindlekin Tales, which numbered only five back then. (Now I’m up to 51, broken up into three books!) He’s never responded to any email I’ve sent, wondering what’s going on. Thus, the mystery remains unresolved. Though I’ll be forever grateful for the many works of mine he’s previously read, before Brindlekin was even a sparkle in my eye. (Which spark ignited last October FYI, and has been flaring like fireworks ever since.)

> Have a peaceful night!

Indeed I shall, if the night is as wonderful as my day is going…which I’m certain it will be. Thank you! April is just three days away. <3 <3 <3

– Zeke (gay activist and homeless advocate since before the dawn of Futurama)


Re: Waters of March
From Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 29, 2021 9:04 PM

> I am sorry, Zeke. The reasons behind actions remain mysterious sometimes.

Nothing to be sorry about…but thanks! Do you ever wonder what this or that person is doing, when walking along a street? I do, gazing up at the highrises, wondering what’s going on behind this or that window. So many DIFFERENT things happening that we don’t know about, or ever WILL know…it boggles the mind! I reach out to these strangers, invisible people behind metal, glass, concrete or wood! Wishing them well. But still, wondering what the F is going on. Then I stretch my mind to think of all the BILLIONS in this world, in their own universes, doing different things than anyone else on the planet! Speaking of “billions:”

1 Billion Beautiful People


Subject: You will be ecstatic to hear that…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 29, 2021 9:21 PM

> I’m glad you did the search, Zeke. That was the solution that better fit . And I’m so glad for both of you “Deek” acted on your advice.

Every important civil rights and other issues are scattered throughout Brindlekin Tales…it’s all there, and all ideas therein shall become infused throughout the world’s consciousness. Had I been successful with my activist goals earlier, I would NOT have been skilled enough to find a way THROUGH all obstacles and tap into collective humanity.

This is just the beginning of Deek’s turnaround, as I PREDICTED in earlier chapters. OTHER predictions I have made in my tales, some which have alREADY come true, and some which have not YET, but will…and soon. Another prediction:

April will be an AMAZING month for him, as it will be for EVERYONE ELSE. Yet I do NOT really believe he needs any help, or is disturbed or disenfranchised in any way. Because MY conjecture is he’s one of my guardian angels playing a ROLE as vagrant, that I may become a hero. This amazing conclusion IS the heart of Brindlekin Tales. And also suggests there ARE no homeless, but bodhisattva spirits that ACT OUT that role for the sake of humanity, that we ALL have chances, over and over again, to finally discover the RIGHT path: the hero’s journey (as Carl Jung called it). IOW:

Living PROOF of the miraculous, as I document EVERYthing…then share with the world THROUGH these astounding tales. I am STILL with the pooches, fed them twice, took them out for a walk. Deek will show up when Deek shows up. He COMPLETELY trusts me with the dogs, and knows they couldn’t be in safer company. So if he wants to kick back for the night, riding his bicycle across the city or whatever else he enjoys that he can’t do WITH the pooches…he is freed up for a time, without ever worrying about his canine companions.

– Zeke


Subject: Deek was a Monster Tonight
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 29, 2021 11:07 PM

He returned with a HUGE speaker, about four feet tall and 50 lbs., asked if the elevator is working. I said no, and I wouldn’t take that inside anyway, this is too much. He than asked for a hundred dollars, so he could pay it off. I said that’s your problem, not mine…you spend your money foolishly. He went on about how he’s got an agent, he’s gonna be a big-time rapper soon, blah blah blah. But that ain’t the worst of it:

He talked about using a chunk of his stimulus for vet care, shots, etc. So I said, “And you’re not gonna get her pregnant, right?” Well, that set off the fireworks. He told me they’re HIS dogs, not mine, and he knows how to raise dogs, and he would like to have one litter from Flaco, then he’d stop. He even said she already gave birth to a litter, and the puppy mill guy who sold her to him said she’s good breeding stock.

He tried to drown me out by shouting, but I stood REAL close, told him to pipe down NOW, and LISTEN, this is VERY serious. I explained, as I have before, of the danger of getting her pregnant while on the streets, went through the whole litany. He remained obnoxious and ranted more BS, so then I made it VERY clear if he made her pregnant, you’d get no more money or other help from me. In fact, you’d probably get arrested for animal abuse, and they’ll take BOTH your dogs away, you’ll never see them again. (I didn’t say outright that I would be the one to turn him in, but yes, I certainly would.)

The poor pooches were looking REALLY sad for us arguing, so I bent down to let Flaco lick my face as I hugged her. Then he started to call me a pervert, where ELSE do I let them lick me when he’s not around? I told him you’ve insulted me like this before, and it’s disgusting of you to speak that way to me…you know better, Deek. I then told him about when Flaco was in heat while she was staying with me. Well, he put up a BIG stink, didn’t wanna hear about it at all. So then I very firmly demanded he SHUT UP AND LISTEN, this is extremely important!

I then described how I dealt with it: in a kind and patient manner. And they even wound up having safe sex. What I conveyed to him is to NOT even let Lucky mount her, because they got stuck for almost ten minutes, and they were howling. Flaco thought he was hurting her, and Lucky felt REALLY bad about it. I then explained to him how to kindly discourage this behavior in a way where they’d be quite happy without any real coitus. Deek made it VERY difficult for me to get through all this, but I made SURE he heard every word.

He threatened to never let the dogs visit me again, because I’m a pervert. Also said HE won’t come over ever again, that it’s SICK to let a dog lick me on the face. But he also kept accusing me of being sexual with them. It’s all I could do, Wattson, to keep from smacking him HARD to the curb!

I ALSO warned him that if he ever SERIOUSLY makes any move towards getting Flaco pregnant, God will strike him down, and take the dogs away for good. That Flaco is a darling, sweet puppy who should NEVER be put through pregnancy, because YOU don’t know what you’re doing, she could easily DIE, then Lucky would miss her and die of heartbreak too…and YOU’D come running to me in grief: “Zeke I’m sorry I’m sorry, you were right, I should have listened to you!”

He also did the “oh you got your stimulus, you’re just holding back with the money” schtick. So I told him he needs to STOP insulting me, and saying such awful things, NONE of it is true. I told him I’m NOT gonna charge his smartphone and battery pack, ’cause why SHOULD I do this for an ingrate? Well, he finally calmed down. I told him if he doesn’t PROMISE me, SWEAR on the Bible, that he WON’T get her pregnant, or LET her get pregnant by “accident,” there will be NO more money forthcoming. He promised SEVERAL times, began some half-assed apology. So I said okay, I’ll charge the devices, see you in a couple of hours to pick them up.

He ALSO declared, “I promised, okay, so at least you can give me more money for that!” I said DON’T put the dogs in the middle of this, or see them as your puppy mill cash cow! He said he kicks himself every day for letting Lucky get fixed, ’cause he could’ve gotten high value from the puppies, they’d be so cute. I told him that’s horrible, to see EITHER of these sweet doggies with dollar signs in your eyes. I said worse than that, and really raked him over the coals!

So I think he got the message. Putting the fear of god in him seems to have worked its magic. AND IT’S TRUE! Though what HE thinks is “god” is not what I think is “god.” To me, it’s “universal mind,” a force of ultimate consciousness that runs through EVERYTHING in the entire universe. And there is NO thing that exists, or ever existed or WILL exist that is outSIDE of that ultimate protection and benevolence! So, in this situation just described, Deek WILL be thrashed for trying to make her pregnant, once way or another, and he’ll sorely regret it. Flaco is PROTECTED by this force from getting inseminated. And BOTH pups will be removed from his world, should he actually take the first step in that direction. And, somehow, some way, they will be brought to me as the RIGHTFUL owner.

But I think this is all nothing more than his bodhisattva drama, so I’m not gonna let it ruin my evening. I’m GLAD I brought up the pregnancy issue NOW, rather than let it eat me away inside. He DID say he’s not even gonna expect that $700 from me, since he’s getting #1,400 of his own, soon. We’ll see about THAT, if he keeps his word! And if he really DOES use some of that windfall to take the mutts to the SPCA. He said they’ll charge him more than twice as much, if he’s not willing to have Flaco spayed. Well, the one thing I neglected to tell him, is that two our of three females die of cancer by 10 years of age, if they haven’t been fixed. THAT might give him good cause to change his mind.

JEEZ! Well, April is upon us…a new day will come just moments from now, and all this crap will be in the past. FINALLY. I even told Deek I have him figured out, that he’s NOT homeless, or even needs any money, that he’s one of my guardian angels who ACTS difficult, so I can be challenged to figure out a compassionate way to rise above whatever he hurls at me. He mocked me up, down, left and right,…but MY response to THAT was simply: you’re ALSO a damned good actor.

He finally departed, thank god, with two pretty morose doggos in tow…who really wanted to stay with me. They looked VERY ashamed of his behavior. They are not just ANY dogs, but GOD’S dogs. For they are LOVE.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S: I firmly believe that Deek, as a spiritual guardian, is awfully PROUD of how I stood up to him. But enough is enough! Still a shame he behaved like this, as the day was otherwise wonderful, ending with a nice walk with the pups before his return. Though there WAS this disruption, which may have been a sign of FURTHER mayhem later on that night:

 


Re: You will be ecstatic to hear that…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 30, 2021 12:40 AM

> Flacco may be pregnant. . . I think that is the reason she gobbled up the food you put in her dish, then immediately tried to finish off Lucky’s. She is usually content with her portion. It is unique for puppies to be born at home these days. You’ll make a great papa. . . .

Nah, that’s not the case at all. She ALWAYS goes to Lucky’s dish after she’s done with hers. They are USED to sharing the same bowl, as that’s how Deek feeds them. Lucky is a good brother, and allows her to eat the rest of his meal, if she goes for it. He just steps away. They NEVER fight over anything, including food. Furthermore:

NOT FUNNY. It would be a DISASTER if she got pregnant while out on the streets. It’s not like I have the money or facilities to care for the pups…and Deek’s situation is even worse. She would most likely DIE because she’d have no secure, safe place to give birth and raise them…and HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF THEM! The very IDEA of getting your dog pregnant while on the streets is horrific.

I JUST had to argue with Deek tonight, against getting her pregnant, and finally got him to PROMISE not to do that…and now I get YOUR letter of “congratulations!”

If Deek went ahead and got her pregnant, I’d report him to animal control for abuse, and have them taken away from him. He could NOT care for either her or the pups out there in the streets, thus the ONLY way to save her life is to have them removed and put up for adoption. Hopefully, I’D be the one to adopt them. He could go to JAIL for trying to start a puppy mill on the streets…and well he should, if he tries to go through with it. I only hope that, one way or another, the pups would not be lost to ME, as well.

Anyway, the upcoming chapter describes further, our argument tonight…one which we HAVE had before. Though I think he just likes to press my buttons. Nonetheless, I MUST go by what he says, because the pooches’ well-being comes first.

I’m surprised you did not THINK about the implications of Flaco becoming pregnant under Deek’s, and my, living conditions! I couldn’t POSSIBLY have a litter of pups for many weeks in my single room. Besides a likely eviction, I do NOT have the finances or proper setting for that.

– Zeke


Re: Waters of March
From Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 30, 2021 9:58 AM

> Were that they are false reports of war, Zeke. The militarization of vast portions of the world are evident when you are on site in many countries.

Evident to our base senses, yes. I explain THOROUGHLY in various essays, how this illusion can work, regardless. Being WITNESS to them is STILL not proof they actually occurred, or presently occur. However, YOU are not even a witness to such horrid events, nor I…it is, after all, secondhand from our perspective…including from what other people say, who claim to have been there. To ASSUME what you read, see or hear in the news, books, anecdotes, etc. is wherein the weak link presents itself. However, most people find it impossible to wrap their heads around my theory, because they are so indoctrinated by habit of cultural imposition. For example:

When I told a friend years ago, that we are EACH the center of the universe, because everything happens around each of us, he reacted in a kneejerk manner and refused to listen to any further extrapolation I could give. IOW: he couldn’t wrap his head around it, for that good ol’ psychological wall leapt up to block the concept ENTIRELY from his ability to think it through. Kind of like when people used to believe that the sun revolved around the earth. That “1 billion beautiful people” essay is simply a cursory glance at my premise. For something with more depth to it, read THIS piece.

In fact, that is the ORIGINAL essay on this idea, which I initially called “NeoChristianity,” but eventually changed to “NeoPositivity.” Lately, though, I’ve come up with a THIRD title: “The Bodhisattva Premise.” It is a fun, thought-provoking read, whether or not you agree with my perspective.

> I suppose our minds could be manipulated by these reptilian creatures, and we also have reptilian responses in our existing brains.

I do not mean “reptilian” in that stereotypical sense at all! I mean more like, a civilization on another planet that evolved directly from dinosaur-like reptiles, rather than from ape-like mammals. But my concept is NOT without much humor and punning away at it. For my Reptilians DO have an INCREDIBLE taste for the hilarious. As exemplified in this short piece called “Learning to Love Lizards:”

> The singer may be Anya Marina.

YES! That’s her! THANK YOU! I’ve now added it to my collection of favorite songs.

> Mitchell responded with a couple of names and she sounds closest to the version you posted!

Well, he certainly came through for you. April is now just TWO days away!

– Zeke


Re: Waters of March
From Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 30, 2021 10:38 AM

> Given everything you say, we can readily enjoy each moment to the fullest. Thank you, Zeke.

My Bodhisattva Premise is the ONLY theory that makes such complete sense in the universe of a LOVING god. It is NOT that mine is a truly ORIGINAL thought, but that I have interpreted in modern terms and insight from the words of wise and extraordinarily benevolent avatars who preceded me. Furthermore, I refuse to feign false humility by trivializing or degrading this astounding GIFT of “me” to the world! Though I certainly DO often paint myself in a humorous light, partly in order to keep my own ego in check…but more so to put joy in other people’s hearts. And give them a copy of this key that will get them through the Final Door, that I have entered first. Though it’s probably a magnetic or chip card, instead of your standard, old-school “key” because this is TODAY, not yesterday. :P

> Through the powers of synchronicity, Anya Marina is the daughter of my psychology mentor. We are all connected in one way or another.

Oh fer cripes sake. That IS remarkable! And, I guess, Universal Mind’s clever way of acknowledging the veracity of my claims.

> Anna-Lee Horsington, LMFT

Lucky means fine tobacco?

– Zeke

P.S: I will of course say “you’re welcome” in return for your thanks. But ONLY with the stipulation that I acknowledge everyone else’s inspiring role upon this stage we call “All the World,” that shaped me into what I am today: a raving but harmless lunatic!


Re: Deek was a Monster Tonight
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 30, 2021 12:10 PM

> What a nightmare. You have a much better attitude toward this abusive bullshit than I would.

I strongly disagree, Wattson. For you have the SAME integrity and sense of compassion and personal responsibility I do! Were you in an identical situation where a couple of sweet doggies are in the middle of such a complex Gordian Knot, I’m sure you WOULD dredge up the inner resources necessary to pull off a victory that benefits all parties involved.

BODHISATTVA TIPS & TRICKS

Now, according to my Bodhisattva Premise (or the gameboard theory I call “Battle of the Bodhisattvas”), there are always CLUES in a conflict to indicate things are not what they SEEM to be, on the surface. That is: there will always be HINTS to show you the best path forward. And here they are, as regards last night’s argument with Deek:

1. I didn’t mention this in my last missive, but when he questioned why I was so concerned about the pregnancy issue, he added: “After all, if you have faith that God protects Flaco, why be upset no matter WHAT I say?” That, of course, flew right over my head in the heat of the moment. But now, in retrospect, I realize he made a MOST important point. Though at first I thought he was just being a wise-ass.

2. He obviously KNEW all along, that such a ginormous audio speaker would grate on my nerves no end, and I would NOT lug it up the stairs and into my hovel. Ergo, he intentionally brought it TO me, for just that purpose. Not so much to test my mettle, but because we are only days away from a profound transformation in my world, that one or more additional, irksome digs would complete this exacerbating initiation before my passage into that new reality. Like just moments before your friends pull a surprise birthday party on you, making the surprise that much sweeter when it finally occurs.

3. His request for an additional $100 after my fronting him $60 earlier that same day, was too absurd a request to be anything OTHER than a setup. For even DEEK has never done that before, because he already KNOWS how absurd that is! Just as absurd as his dragging that oversized speaker to my building.

4. He brought up a passel of OTHER crude remarks previously used to work my nerves, one right after another, like a ricochet of bullets. Including threats I’d never see him or the pups again…for he KNOWS very well, they are my softest spot, thus more likely to cave in to his vulgar demands. Which I did NOT, in spite of the hurt that would cause me. Thus, my heroic nature is both fulfilled and witnessed.

5. The fact that, earlier that same day he informed me about getting things arranged regarding the stimulus check, and accomplishing it quickly (and by doing so per my advice), shows me he really DOES listen to, and respect, this irked pilgrim. Such that, he was preparing me for the harsh blow to come my way some hours later…that I may NOT be so terribly struck down.

6. When he returned a final time last night (to pick up his freshly charged devices), I pointed up at the glowing, round moon and said: “Look at that, isn’t it lovely?” To which he replied: “What’s THAT supposed to mean?” Just another dig in my ribs to finalize the initiation! I did not take the bait. He was otherwise NOT an aggravation that time around, and DID say thank you before departing back across the street where those darling brindlekin patiently awaited his return. Leashed to his typically overloaded shopping cart filled with useless junk…not even so much as a blanket to comfort them overnight! In sum:

This is all too much like a movie or stage script composed by a superb playwright…every crisis packed together one after another, and VERY brief periods between each series of conflicts, like short intermissions between. It was all a setup to press my buttons, that I find some way to rise above this latest crisis. Just like all PREVIOUS times he’s plucked my strings. Or, more likely, my bodhisattvas gain great pleasure watching me grow righteous, strut my stuff, and discover a compassionate resolution. I only regret that the dogs had to hear me yell, and that Deek sabotaged even my attempt to give them solace. Though THAT, too, was part of the game (or “script,” if you will).

Thank God April is but two days away!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: You are now in my book, as Anna-Lee Horsington
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 30, 2021 1:11 PM

Your emails deserve recognition in my Brindlekin Tales. Just search for “horsington” and you’ll find your excellent contributions, which all appear in my latest chapter. “Horsington,” BTW is a REAL surname, as I learned by my wonderful-but-brief affair with a dapper fellow by that particular, and unique, cognomen.

I want to mention here, about Carl Jung. While it is popular these days to trivialize and demote his (what I believe still are) astounding INSIGHTS shared with the world. His theory of archetypes was KEY to bringing me to psycholgical sanity, emotional balance and a highly creative perception of life. Essentially, HE SAVED MY SOUL!

For which reason I believe he is GROSSLY underestimated, and too quickly swept into the dustbin of history. He is the FATHER of compassionate therapy, who brought respect to every one of his patients. I therefore believe it would greatly behoove humanity, to resurrect his theories and speculations, as I believe they will immensely improve the lot of every person’s life. His works have been a tremendous inspiration for my OWN tales and essays…which you can readily discern by the archetypal and iconic-hero themes of my works. But the BEST way to benefit from Jung’s teachings, is by watching the lectures by his greatest disciple, Joseph Campbell. You can find MANY of them on Youtube. Plus of course on numerous web sites by a simple search of his name. 

– Zeke

P.S.: I bet you are a SUPERB marriage and family counselor! Not many are.


Re: Deek was a Monster Tonight ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 30, 2021 1:53 PM

7. When I told him “I have you figured out,” that he’s one of my guardian angels who INTENTIONALLY creates one conflict after another, that I may learn how to resolve difficulties as compassionately and quickly as possible…and get better at it, each time. In that way, he’s an ACTOR and really is NOT homeless, has a roof over his head and does NOT lack for money. His reaction? A subtle grin emerged on his lips, but nothing else. HE DID NOT DENY IT!

Well, that completes my list of hints for this round. Guess what, doctor, Deek just called me up, asked if I got the stimulus yet, because he won’t get his until tomorrow, IF it arrives at all. I told him no, my check did NOT come in yet, and I already explained WHY. So I explained again, because he said he doesn’t remember…about the payment delay for the elderly on Social Security. He then said okay, but can you advance me a “hunner dollah,” he’ll pay it back. I said of course not, but have a really nice day, I mean it. He chuckled and said, “Ohhhh, okay, thanks!” and hung up.

Grrrrr! Just more initiation BS. God forbid he should ever phone me over something OTHER than money issues. All this means is he’s now able to harass me MORE frequently than ever. I just MIGHT turn off the ringer. Maybe he’ll lose or sell that phone. He just uses it to listen to rap, watch tons of porn, and fuck with me. He could do the first thing easily on any old phone he picks up withOUT paying for cell service. Which is how it’s been for YEARS, until recently. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: The goal is to piss me off so much…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 30, 2021 2:40 PM

…that I’ll be yearning like a bitch in heat for this new reality, and my new self, to manifest! Otherwise, were I not so desperate, it may come as too much of a SHOCK to my ego, and thus I’d fall apart into a blubbering mass of adipose. Deek’s additional prodding is meant to trigger me to the ultimate level of being pissed. And it worked. Ergo:

I am now PO’d like a monkey watching every other monkey chowing down on a banana, and they won’t even give me ONE, or let me find one for myself. I am READY.

LET THE NEW AGE, THE NEW ME, BEGIN! (Along with the next chapter.)

– Zeke K-Holmes


Vistaprint Cards Have Arrived!

March 9, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 4]

Re: Chapter 2 of Book 2, now online!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 10:45 AM

> Oh, the policeman and the doggie! Perfect!

Stupid me, it shoulda been TWO doggies…and now it is. Check it out again.

My writing’s phenomenal! The moment even just ONE visitor to my blog is thrilled by the tales, the whole thing will take off like a fire hose unleashed. Most of the credit is due, however, not to yours truly, but to those beloved higher forces that have created me to BE such a talent. Thank you, Oh My Reptilian Overlords! I’ll never again complain about a fly in my soup: I’ll just slurp it up, instead…exactly what YOU guys do. All glory to the hypno-iguana!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: VistaPrint Business Cards Just Arrived!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 11:53 AM

My deity, that was quick…five days sooner than the estimated delivery date! And they look GORGEOUS!

Click here for a larger view.

Well, I got my work cut out for me tonight, traipsing through select parts of the Castro and the Duboce Triangle neighborhood abutting north! Avoiding, of course, those blocks of the Castro where I might have a run-in with Deek or one of his disgruntled minions. This is surely going to require more than 500 cards though, now that I think about it. Fortunately, I have over $300 saved from last month (AFTER deducting my Chronic ISP payment for March), so I can EASILY purchase 1,000 cards this time around. And I just did: $45.55 total. Besides homes, shops and newspaper stalls, I’ll plunk a card or two on outdoor seating spots. Hmm, I think I’ll also MAIL some to the local queer rags…though I’ll need more stamps for that. No, fuggedabouddit, I’ll just EMAIL the image.

Next round of the Battle of the Bodhisattvas commences tonight, with yours truly opening the first salvo! Well, even earlier, like in a few moments from now, as I will email the card to local LGBT news sources in a moment, then hop on down to the corner grog and grocery store, to present a few cards to Morey, or one of two other people who usually work there in the earlier part of the day.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: First queer paper I emailed to, rejected me as spam!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 2:12 PM

> Hmmm. Maybe try different wording.

That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, right now, good doctor!

> Something in there might have “triggered” the hypersensitive algae-rhythm.

Possibly the tinyurl string, or the image link. Well, back to the drawing board! Wait-a-minute: “Algae”-rhythm? I’ve already taken a lichening to your clever turn of phrase…it sort of grows on a person!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: VistaPrint Business Cards Just Arrived!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 12:26 PM

> Mon Dieu, meine Capitain!

Mon destin est dans les cartes!


Re: Time to gets me sum spyglasses!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 1:18 PM

> I’d wear ’em all day, every day!

Most of them are sunglasses, but I need them for nighttime ventures. And there are considerably fewer clear-glass ones on the shelves, but this brand has the highest rating, overall. I will be wearing them tonight, as I stroll about the neighborhood, dropping off my cards all over the place. However, I won’t be out THAT late…maybe around 9 PM. They will also be quite handy for shooting video out the window, instead of my fumbling around, first, to retrieve the smartphone, then load the camera. Also, they’ll be very nice to shoot non-spy videos of outside scenes, including walking the pups, once they’re back in my life. The new pair of leashes have arrived today, along with those business cards.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Look at those sweet paws!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 11:15 PM

> http://imgur.com/gallery/4mcxSzf
>
> Achingly adorable. My little fat orange kitty (the one in the pic sleeping on the computer) loves it when I run the hand vacuum in her fur. Most cats abhor a vacuum, but nor she! She rubs against it, rolls around and purrs.

Quite a unique kitty, for even nature abhors a vacuum! [Badda boom, badda bing.]

So I just returned hovel, from dispersing 250 Brindlekin cards. Took about an hour and a half. I was thinking maybe I should do the entire 500 tonight, but thought better of it. Since it’s not that I don’t love the pups as much as I should, because I already love them infinitely! The important thing to keep in mind, is this is an act of devotion, prayer in action. The very DOING of it is a form of meditation. It would be superstitious to stress myself out, believing if I don’t distribute ALL the cards in one night, I fail. Like that woman who kept adding one addition after another to her home, in the belief that if she never quit she’d never die. Well, she did, and it’s now a tourist trap called “The Winchester Mystery House.”

There is no reason NOT to have them brought back to me, no matter WHAT I do or don’t do. But playing this role of devotee towards cross-species love sets up Act 2 (or is it 3 by now), and triggers other interesting offshoots that would NEVER occur, if I didn’t go through these motions of dedication to a noble idea. Who knows how different people will react when they pick up that card? Truly, the Butterfly Effect in action!

I have two, dark maroon sweatshirts, one medium and one large, that Flaco & Lucky enjoy chewing on, and fighting over. I sleep in one or the other every night. And wore the larger shirt on my devotional stroll this eve…a sort of “Puppy Dolorosa.” Broke my heart yesterday, to unexpectedly discover one little doggie poop bag still crisply folded up, deep in my coat pocket, yearning to be filled. It’s still there, and will remain there, until said time it can serve its proper purpose once more. Never thought I’d see doggie turds in such a sacred light! Harvey Milk got it all wrong when he pushed for that dog-dirt law! Instead, we should be building great monuments to Canis familiaris out of that crap!

Hmm, maybe THAT’S what Stonehenge was all about. May you have a blissful night and wake up tomorrow, well rested, My Dear Wattson!

– Zeke K-Holmes

PS: I thought about where Deek would be these days, and figured he’s staying far enough away where I can’t hear their barks. So he’s hanging out more in the Mission than in the Castro…probably around Dolores Park, which is where Boulevard Joe often lingers. This means I can safely enter the heart of the Castro tomorrow night, to disperse the next batch of my “prayer cards.” I certainly don’t want the dogs to see me at this time, for Deek may get angry at them, as they beg with all their little puppy might to be with me again…and he crudely yanks them away in another direction.


Re: You are now in my tales!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: ThunderSparrow
Date: March 2, 2021 11:39 PM

> Thank you for putting my sentiments in your book! I have enjoyed seeing the many facets of yourself that you reveal in your writing. You are offering a vivid, unique and granular portrayal of survival in SF’s rapidly diminishing SROs. I especially like the incorporation of fantastical imaginings, autobiography as a launching pad for something greater.

Thank you, I am honored.

> Reminds me a little of Burroughs.

One thing you WON’T have to worry about is shooting my girlfriend…’cause I’m gay, and don’t HAVE a girlfriend! :D

– Zeke


Re: You are now in my tales!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To:  My Dear Wattson
Date: March 3, 2021 1:56 PM

> Burroughs was a big lover of cats, BTW!

Well that explains everything. 0_o

I’ve given some more thought about Deek’s SPCA document: HE MAY HAVE REGISTERED THE PUPS AFTER I ADOPTED THEM! That is: after the cops apprehended him, and mandated they be returned onto my custody, until or unless he PROVES he’s the owner with the proper paperwork.

As for my first night distributing the cards, I also dropped one into the foyer of the apartment building that I THINK Arwyn may still occupy, with his goosey roommate, Zachary. I will be going INTO the Castro tonight, to distribute the remaining batch, which also will number 250. Then comes the second round, when a thousand MORE cards arrive. My second email to the SF Bay Times did NOT get rejected, thank Artemis. Another post went out to the Bay Area Reporter, of course…and to the SF LGBT Center, which promptly responded with an automated statement providing their phone number and office hours. Not indicating, however, whether or not anyone will actually READ my letter. There seem to be no OTHER local queer newspapers out there any more, except those two!

Flipping the cards through metal gates and onto steep steps added a touch of sleuthing intrigue to my mission. I watched each time to see whether it landed face-side up or face-side down. Which probably made my distribution errand take around 20% longer. They sure do catch the eye, though, when face-up! As if to convey something both mysterious and pressing…and benevolent, maybe hinting to the recipient that they, too, can play a vital role in saving the day. You’re right: a business or calling card is a classic (and still effective) trope in detective tales. In fact, what IS the point of writing a gumshoe fable withOUT such a card in the mix? Has anyone even TRIED it, in the last hundred years?

Then there are the mail slots…those were scary. Seeing as I had to quietly slink up the stairs in most cases, and gingerly as possible, lift the hinged cover so as not to cause a creak, squeal or whine. All I know is: a LOT of those slot cover hinges badly need a squirt or two of WD-40! It didn’t help that, in some cases, a bright light would burst upon me like a silent cherry bomb, as I reached the top of the stairs. Plus, it’s so damned QUIET these nights, thanks to pandemic misery. One of those slot covers even FELL FROM MY HAND and came crashing to the marble landing barely a foot below! I suppose it has not been used for a VERY long time; be that as it may, I scurried away quick as a cat burglar. I think someone DID open the door to see who was out there, but I swiftly hid behind some tall shurbs nearby. Though at one house I DID get caught in the act:

It was a lovely, condo converted Edwardian, like so many on that part of Castro Street north of Market, and on a semi-steep hill that keeps climbing until it reaches the Davies Medical Center three long blocks away (or at least, that’s what they used to call it; I can’t keep up). This particular row of homes only took four steps to reach the slotted doors, so I thought this would be an easy mark, like the others. However, as I slowly lifted the cover, a polite “squeak” offered an objection to my digital penetration. “Not too loud,” I thought, “No one inside could ever hear THAT!”

I then discerned a muffled voice which words I could NOT decipher, but assumed they came from a remnant echo outside. Yet no sooner had I reached the final step down, than the door swung open, and there stood a man OBVIOUSLY from India (or from Pakistian; let’s be honest here), who called to me in that lovely sing-song patois:

“Hallo? May I help you, yes?”

So I turned to him, looked up and apologized while holding my hand out that contained the cards. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you!”

He was awfully nice, as it turned out, for he noticed the cards in my hand, then the one at his feet, and replied: “Oh, so, I’ll check it out.”

I figure he might have been lonely, craving some brotherly contact…thus his ears were alert like a bat’s, for any sound of human approach as he sat there on his couch watching “Friends” or some favorite Bollywood movie.

I DID have a sudden fright on Noe Street, near Morley’s corner shop. It was rather dark on that block, and empty…and as I stepped onto the sidewalk from another house blessed with my card’s deposit, I almost bumped into a short, hooded fellow marching briskly towards Duboce Park.

“WHOA!” he abruptly bellowed. “YOU SCARED ME!”

All I could say was “sorry,” as he rapidly disappeared into the murky distance. This really got my dander up, as why couldn’t HE have said sorry, instead of yours truly? After all, stepping off onto a sidewalk strikes me as less offensive than whizzing right by in the black void, and in close proximity to an exit! I swear to you, good physician, citizens of this sorry burg don’t have the sense of a horse, let alone a higher form of life!

My walk finally came to an end. It was a lovely evening, albeit much less sweet without the company of my brindlepups.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: What was I thinking?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 3, 2021 8:17 PM

Deek couldn’t have registered the pups while I had them; that’s absurd. So it’s back to my first conjecture: the document is forged. Also, yesterday I said I’ll be wearing my spyglasses that night…also absurd, because I just ordered them that day. Well, considering all the crap I’m still going through, an occasional slip-up in my mental processes is to be expected.

Tonight will be the second night I’m distributing my doggie cards. It’s a lost cause, I know…but only in the mundane world, and that’s NOT the kind of world I live in. The extraordinary events that have surrounded me since late October, and still continue, have revealed to me a beautiful truth: love truly DOES conquer all.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: What was I thinking?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 4, 2021 8:17 AM

> I think you are doing wonderfully well under circumstances that would have wrecked anyone else.

No argument here! The rewards will be immense, though, and very soon…so I’m not complaining. Mine enemies will soon buckle at the knees in my presence, including several who live in the same building. Funny, how one of them is ALSO the manager. He probably fancies that the pooches are gone because of HIS vulgar mandate. Ha! Wait’ll they show up again.

I JUST got back from my second “Puppy Dolorosa” dispersal of my unique Canis familiaris prayer cards. Maybe in a century or so from now, whoever is Pope will pronounce me the patron saint of dogs. I just came up with that notion this very moment…so decided to see if there already IS a saint for dogs, and guess what, there is: St. Rocco, or St. Roch, or even St. Rock! (Too bad it’s not St. Rover!)

http://www.catholiccompany.com/magazine/st-roch-patron-of-dogs-6114

I think he’s reaching out to me, thus that notion popping into mind. Coincidentally, he is also the patron of plagues…one of which almost left him for dead! But a hunter’s dog HEALED him by licking on his bubonic leg wound, though he DID eventually die a martyr for OTHER reasons. Quoting from the article above:

“As death claimed its victim, a tablet appeared on the wall on which an angelic hand wrote in golden letters the name of Roch, and the prediction that all who would invoke his intercession would be delivered from the plague.”

MOST intriguing parallel, is that Deek’s doggies came to live with me during this plague era of COVID-19, and transformed my life stupendously, in a spiritually HEALING manner! The joy I carry from their sweetness remains firmly embedded in my heart, despite their tragic banishment from my world.

Hmm, this is getting into Catholic territory, a terrain I never thought I’d tread! It was a quiet night as usual, and no sign of Deek and the pups anywhere in the Castro. I had to cross the street a few times, to avoid some crazies, of course…most grievous that this city allows ANYone to live in such a condition, that is: without a roof over their heads. I made a point of climbing up the hill on Castro Street again, only this time heading south towards Noe Valley…in order to drop off a card at the flat where Randolph once lived. I also delivered my cards to all the shops on Castro, including one which I didn’t realize is the LGBT History Center until I stepped back and had a good laugh. How many OTHER deserving, local activists have they excluded from their archives, besides Randolph Taylor and myself? Probably dozens, though I suspect much more.

Enough ruminating for now; I need to relax, listen to some good horror stories, then crash out!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Stimulus Check Redux
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 4, 2021 12:50 PM

So the next stimulus check is likely forthcoming, in the sum of $1,400. I would GLADLY present the full amount to Deek, if he is willing to go through the legal channels. Though I doubt he has the CAPACITY to do so, since we’d have to march on down to the SPCA headquarters together, WITH the dogs…but it’s by appointment only, and Deek is likely to skip showing up, EVEN IF HE INTENDED TO. This is assuming the pups really ARE registered. But if not, he’d STILL have to accompany me to the SPCA, whereby I can video record his agreement to my ownership, and the process of registering the mutts, right then and there.

I’d also need a trustworthy WITNESS to attend the entire process. After all, Deek might bring one of his OWN minions, to rob me of that money. And that’s yet another conundrum: how do I secure the payment on my own person, until the transaction is complete? Maybe I can purchase a rechargeable debit card containing the full amount, but for which I only know the PIN code. But what about loss? Deek could try to scam me that he LOST the card, so I owe him, still! Perhaps I can keep online access to the record of expenses, but then, he could accuse me of withdrawing money FROM the account. Though cameras and bank statements would prove otherwise, that may not stop Deek from stirring up shit, anyway. My conclusion:

It won’t work, for many reasons including coming up with a witness who’ll gladly do this out of kindness, and not for payment. And Deek’s original verbal contract with me was a ruse all the time. For it seems that he NEVER intended to give up the pups; he just wanted to squeeze more money from me…as perhaps he could use them again as leverage for even MORE lucre. Thus, his acting totally out of it when I shot the video, making it easier to claim that I took advantage of him in a delirious episode (high on drugs, bipolar, migraine headache, whatever). His being homeless also gives him the sympathy edge.

What I get out of this, is I really have to do nothing on the material, or even action, plane…and just continue to put my faith in a higher force, or whatever you choose to call it. Certainly, a nightly prayer to St. Rocco is now part of my arsenal.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Click here for a larger view.

Subject: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 2:28 PM

The perception of me by so many others as a “deadbeat,” a jaded drop-out, is something I am WAY too familiar with. People shifted some decades ago, from taking the time to actually get to KNOW a person, to wanting any information about anyone or anything in quick, brief clips. This makes it so much easier to spread gossip about someone who isn’t already embedded into one or the other clique. If some jackass doesn’t like you, he or she can readily badmouth you behind your back and, all of sudden, you’ve acquired an army of enemies! Which leads to FURTHER suppression of anyone learning who you REALLY are, until, one fine day, you’re the village pariah.

So much worse is when you’re not a cog in the status quo, like myself: not employed, living on a gov’t stipend, not plugged into one or more social groups due to lack of money and a car, and even a decent studio apartment where you can entertain guests. Since no one actually KNOWS me, it’s enough for someone to speak behind my back and gossip that I DON’T WORK. Nothing else need be added to that single, icy condemnation, to have folks turn against you. They know NOTHING of my decades of activism, sacrifices and charitable works…because such suppression makes it nigh impossible for anyone to graciously allow me the TIME to tell my story. But even if they did, they’d likely harbor the snobbish notion that those who don’t hold down a “regular job” are leeching off the system. “Better a leech than a sneetch,” is all I have to say about that! (Hmm, a reference to Dr. Seuss seems most timely, in light of the current brouhaha.)

So, my conflict with the building manager and Myrtle and son is simply the latest manifestation of narrow-minded gossip. They’d rather beLIEVE what they think I am (a freeloader) than ever get to know me. They have even been so unwittingly brazen as to DOCUMENT, with signature, their unfounded hatred. Which, as it turns out, gives me the edge in my favor, in any legal action taken by either side. In their arrogance, ignorance and classist prejudice, they perceive me as a person to avoid at all costs. They also think that, because I am so LOW in their esteem, they could commit an endless stream of dirty tricks upon THIS humble pilgrim, and I would never utter so much as a peep of objection.

For among what MANY things they don’t know about yours truly, is that I always draw the line when sins in my witness have gone too far…no matter HOW horrendous the kickback may be upon my person. And, as far as I’m concerned, allowing teenagers to loiter in the hallway (and withOUT a mask) was indeed the last straw on THIS Bactrian’s hump. I shocked the feces out of them (how dare he, this good-for-nothing deadbeat! reported us to the landlord? why the nerve of him!) and, as a consequence, I have now become FOREMOST in their minds…much to their outraged chagrin. They, who so strongly desired to have NOTHING to do with me, to be barely an occasional blip on their radar, now are compelled to hold me in the center of their mind’s sight, for the unforeseeable future, day in, day out, 24/7. Ha, ha, too bad, you have an ouchy, you shat in your own sandbox, teacher made you sit in a corner with a dunce cap, it sucks to be you!

Meanwhile, I continue to quietly observe, document and record everything that happens around me…and without their knowledge. Even though my growing tales are online, open to the world. Well, soon enough they will discover their crimes hanging out with the laundry, flapping away in the wind and stinking up the entire neighborhood because you just can’t wash out THAT kind of odeur.

Until recently I have been especially PRIVATE when it comes to my online activities: utilizing a VPN, de-Googling my computer and smartphone, running Linux and setting my browser to the highest security level possible. But recently, and due to so many hostile actions and threats against me, I have come to realize there is a BENEFIT to keeping my whereabouts on record, via online tracking. Deek’s wicked behavior, and the melodramas playing out in my building, can lead to false allegations that may depend on proving whether or not I was really IN such-and-such a place at such-and-such a time, to commit such-and-such an offense.

I have therefore now gone the REVERSE of my decades-long fight against corporate and gov’t intrusion on my privacy. For I am now using Google’s location service indefinitely, set to the HIGHEST LEVEL of accuracy, and never to be erased, no matter how far back the history. I just need to be sure I carry either one of my smartphones with me, whenever I step out. I’ll use the newest for that, since it’s a tad thinner and smaller than the Tracfone, and its Android version most recent. For being a loner by fate (not choice), I am highly vulnerable to false accusations as to where I’ve been. I may be accused of committing a violence or threat in a certain place and at a certain time…but with no witness to vouch for me, I’d be up crap river without an oar. And I AM dealing with skunks so low as to use a flunky as false witness! But now, the smartphone stands in as MY witness…it has become my best friend! After the brindlemutts, that is.

But I understand, and appreciate, WHY I’m seen as a deadbeat: because that is how I WITNESS society’s level of compassion, or lack thereof, through experiences of my own. I could NOT achieve my mission were I comfortably well off…at least, nowhere NEAR as well as I am now, and have been doing since childhood. I am, in a sense, the Flying Spaghetti Monster’s own smartphone, its recording secretary! I am a walking litmus test, a sin eater, a little replica of Job! But, like Job, my rewards will be immense…thus, joy is my comrade as I trod this tragic path a while longer.

Did you know that, when I, myself, was homeless, I never suffered from cold weather, or rain?. And THAT year was flush with heavy, prolonged rainfalls and chill, icy fog: 1973. I was NOT always indoors at night (such as Hamburger Mary’s on Folsom Street, or other 24/7 dining spots; or sometimes even as the lucky guest of a kind resident), or during inclement weather. There were places I’d curl up beneath a poncho or blanket, to sleep in some bushes, often inside a park, or church or campus grounds. Yet, even when the sky thundered down on me in wet showers, somehow, some way, I always kept dry. As well as clean and nicely dressed. But the strange thing about this is:

I don’t really know how I did it! I don’t recall EVER being discomfited by harsh weather, not even for one day or night. In fact, I was pretty much in a happy state of mind the entire ten months I was on the streets. I was thinking about the dogs yesterday evening, sad because of these continued nights of cold, as I sloshed along the rain-drenched streets delivering my Canis familiaris prayer cards from house to house. Then I remembered how it was for ME, how it never seemed chilly at all. That gave me true solace, for in some way I was protected through it all. And so, I trust, are Flaco & Lucky. Deek has told me numerous times that meth keeps the chill away for him. But I NEVER took meth, yet still didn’t suffer from the cold! And of course, the pups don’t smoke crystal, either…that’s just silly.

MY SPYGLASSES JUST SHOWED UP!

Light gray, thick plastic lenses, UV 400 protection, an hour-and-a-half recording time max (2 hour recharge). 65 degree angle, more than others in that price range. Good quality video saved in mp4 format. 90 day guarantee return (no strings), and 1 year factory warranty. When you register and post a review, you will receive a $30 Amazon gift card, as well…just hope they keep their promise! Takes photos, too, at 5 megapixels. Comes with its own class 10, 32MB micro SD card. You can set the videos at 1/3/5/10/15/30 minute lengths. Default is 5, but I set it to 3. You set both the recording duration and the initial date/time stamp via a simple text file in the embedded SD card.

It will run continuously in your preferred increments, until you click “off.” One button controls everything. Comfortable, snug fit, and, I think, attractive! They are NOT Bluetooth ready, which would be nice, as you could then set it to automatically copy the recording to your smartphone. Then, maybe, have the smartphone automatically upload to the web. I’ll look into that when I have more moolah…say, the next stimulus payment. But I’d need to invest in a cell service, too…my decision will be based on “do I really NEED to get that fancy?”

I’d say “yes,” if I continue to have this or that confrontation with this or that goofball. Because they MIGHT knock off or steal these glasses, and I’d lose the current videos, unless they’ve been instantly uploaded…or, at least, copied to the smartphone. At any rate, now I can exit my hovel with the camera turned on…such that any run-ins with A-holes will be instantly recorded. And I’ll KEEP it turned on during my brief strolls to and from Morey’s shop, Rosenberg’s, etc….until I finally return home and INSIDE the room. If head movements are too rapid, I can use a free, online video stabilizer to straighten THAT out.

[Note: after composing all of the above, I stepped out for my third salvo of Brindlekin card distribution, and have only resumed completing this e-missive the next day, which is now early afternoon, Sunday. I took many 3-minute videos during my devotional stroll, then kept my fingers crossed upon returning hovel, in looking them over. They came out FANTASTIC! Though it looks like I need to lower my head further, in order to capture my hand placing a card beneath a windshield wiper, through a mail slot, in a potted plant, etc. Still, the videos are sacred, interspersed as they are with an insightful remark here and there…prayer in action! Your average schmuck will find them boring, but those with a heart will be rewarded by accompanying me on my meditational walk on behalf of two, loving canine souls and one messed-up dude. I will soon upload them to my Youtube channel…41 in all. The collection will be called “Stroll With Me Tonight.” More devotional videos coming up, tonight and tomorrow night, by which time I will have dispersed a total of 1,500 cards, thus completing this special mission.]

As for my “Bodhisattva Premise” spin on things, I’d say my angels (Deek among them) have woven an incredible story in book 1 of Brindlekin Tales, and are continuing to do the same for book 2. Which book I am absolutely CONFIDENT will have a celebratory ending…though I think things will turn around for me long before the final chapter. Therefore, I should treat this like a game, play the spy or however I want to act out the present scenario. Let things unfold as they come, and write them down, share with the world.

I ALMOST RAN INTO DEEK, on my way back from distributing more cards. Check this out:

http://www.gay-bible.org/blogstuff/2021A/vistaprint-almost-ran-into-deek.htm

Which final scene in last night’s perambulation puts a crowning end TO that album!

The camera’s night vision is excellent, as it looks rather bright where Deek was parked, when in reality, it was quite dark. He did NOT see me. I didn’t hear the doggies bark, but they may have been with him nonetheless, curled up and keeping warm from the chill evening. I fervently pray they are doing alright.

So yesterday afternoon, I stepped into Morey’s grog and grocery corner store, wearing my spyglasses. He immediately noticed, querying if the camera’s on. I quipped “Yes, so you need to be on your best behavior!” He then mumbled something about turning it off when inside the shop, so I explained they are for personal reasons only, in the event another drama plays out before me, that I may have some legal protection in the recording. Otherwise, I delete all videos at the end of each day, saving some for my own private enjoyment. This is what gets me, Dr. Wattson:

Storekeepers are very uptight about anyone filming inside their establishment. I’ve never understood that, as most EVERYone now owns a smartphone…and how would they know if someone’s actually taking pictures or videos while shopping? And the stores themselves have an electronic eye focused on ALL customers (not to mention convex mirrors)…so why shouldn’t a customer have that same right to security? It is as if, the moment you step inside a commercial establishment, you must leave democracy, your civil rights, at the door. IOW: THEY ARE ALL LITTLE FASCIST ENTITIES! “We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone,” is the standard line posted in many stores. Which proclamation was a morphing of the original signs in the recent past that read: “No blacks allowed.” In addition:

This paranoia about cameras in stores is for those establishments that sell designer items, for fear that the styles will be copied, with intent to reproduce knock-offs. Hence, no REASON for corner liquor/grocery shops to behave like the Gestapo!

If he continues to resist (no matter how politely), I’ll tell him about that time several years ago, when some crazy vagrant ran into another corner store, and started screaming at me. And seeing as there is a higher possibly of that happening again, due to my present circumstance, I will keep the camera running while inside. Or perhaps, I’ll simply gesture with a finger upon the left temple, to indicate I just turned it off…without REALLY doing so. After all, you can NOT discern that teensy dot of a blue light blinking, unless you get REALLY close up. Or if you’re standing in the dark. Unfortunately:

MANY people are standing in the dark, these days. Meanwhile:

Enjoy these six new daytime videos I just uploaded to my blog, of which number 6 shows off my hovel in all its cruddy glory:

https://zekeblog.wordpress.com/2021/03/07/post-doggies-morning-ritual-6-videos/

– Ezekiel Krahlin-Holmes


Re: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 4:13 PM

> Thanks for this. Was just getting ready to shoot you a note and ask how it’s going.

Excellent, considering the dark drama playing around me!

> Am just quitting work for the day; started reading, enjoyed it very much, will finish later.

No rush, read it whenever you are so inclined.

> A quick note, though: amazing how ready people are to excuse the genuine deadbeats of the world, the Ivanka Trumps, the Royal Family, the Fortunate Sons and such, who truly are bloodsucking leeches on the rest of us, to the tune of uncounted billion$. Deeply sick and fucked up.

Even many who are anti-Trump and consider themselves liberal or progressive, play the same evil game on the personal level. San Franshitsco is a prime example of that. So many Democrats, yet so little heart!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: P.S.: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 4:27 PM

> Meant to attach this to my last missive. Tells the whole story.

Click here for a larger view.

It sure does! Pray tell, where did you come across this revelatory photo?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: P.S.: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 4:42 PM

> Stumbled across it in my endless wanderings. If you look closely, you’ll see that the guy running next to the carriage is wearing a military medal. Means he served, but is nevertheless being spurned by the Royalty.

I am not so bothered by that, as I see the hypocrisy of men going off to war to do the bidding of powerful, corporate magnates, and killing or maiming innocent people on a foreign shore. They were, at the very least, HOODWINKED into believing their cause heroic, for the glory of Queen and country…and British supremacy. One MAJOR flaw with humanity, is how so FEW citizens resist war and fight, instead, for peace. There is not, as yet, a holiday or official gov’t memorial to honor or OWN peace heroes. Except, perhaps, for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day…though that is debatable. We need to hold nationwide celebrations at least several times a year, with the same robust energy and crazy revelry we do for the Fourth of July and military extravaganzas.

But thanks for pointing that out…I don’t know how many people who see that photo will ever notice that medal, or, if they do, comprehend its significance. I just did a reverse image search, and found this caption of the image:

“King George V. Photograph, taken in the early 1920’s showing a beggar solicing money form the royal party as he runs alongside their carriage. The occupants look embarassed. (Photo by Michael Nicholson/Corbis via Getty Images).”

So even THEY don’t remark on the badge (nor did they catch the typos)! Here’s the link:

http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/news-photo/king-george-v-photograph-taken-in-the-early-1920s-showing-a-news-photo/526932226

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: P.S.: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 6:07 PM

> That’s the eternal story of the universal soldier: hoodwinked, used, discarded, forced to kill or be killed.

Aye, but there’s the rub…no one is FORCED to kill another. Unless in self defense, or in defense OF another, the right option SHOULD be to be killed, yourself. To brainwash citizens to believe that destroying a distant nation (or even one next door) is ALSO “self defense” is a travesty. The several times in my life when I was given the choice to beat someone up, or be beaten, I opted for the latter each and every time. And I came out of it unscathed, also each and every time. There are ALWAYS sane ways to resolve conflicts between nations or among different people, rather than take up arms. But the powers that be MANIPULATE their citizens into doing their violent bidding…often by first making a bad situation worse, and worse, and worse, until it seems to most people that the only option IS war.

I remember my Aunt Peggy, who declared she’s raising her son to be a soldier, because this is a military nation. As he grew into adulthood, he pursued the arts to finally become a most successful maker of puppets! I wonder if any of THEM were soldiers. I’ll never know, because I didn’t bother to pull any strings.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: P.S.: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 11:44 PM

> But sadly, most of them are too young and uninformed (I won’t say dumb) to know that.

Because they are indoctrinated at an early age. The sins of the fathers, etc.

> But you’re smarter and more aware than the average Schmoe.

Too smart for everyone else’s own good…which the entire world will soon come to acknowledge. :P

> Both of us know, or knew, people who went to war and came back dedicated to ending war for all time.

Randolph went to war because his father, a coal miner, developed black lung disease, so he committed suicide, that his family could survive on the insurance. He did NOT join the military for love of country.

> I think there’s also a biochemical basis for war.

I have my own theory about that: a virus carried by a meteorite that crashed into the planet, played havoc on human genetics, making them turn violent. And homophobia was the first sin, that is: violence of one brother towards another. Cain slew Abel, and from that act, the virus spread.

Terrence McKenna’s theory is that eating mushrooms pacified humanity, but when the African forests disappeared and turned into savanna and desert, there went the shrooms, along with brotherly love! He called it “The Stoned Ape Theory:”

> It can be counteracted, but until we understand how deep it runs in us as a species, we’ll always go to war.

According to my Bodhisattva Premise, no one’s ever gone to war, or committed violence. IOW, it’s an illusion…albeit a mindbogglingly convincing one. That also means there IS no war going on right now, or any other kind of violence. But I’ve already explained the heck out of that, and how it can trick us into falling for the incredible scam. I have several excellent essays on the matter, plus amazing tales based on that premise. Most of which you’ve read, if not all…for which I am greatly honored.

I’m all about the unraveling of illusion, and dissolution of the veil between between two worlds. The Greek gods are very real, and Carl Jung came closer to that understanding than any other human on the planet, using all the tools of rational thought at his disposal. His theory of archetypes is both stunning and profound!

While most will regard my premise the height of hubris, events coming THIS YEAR will prove me right. ALSO a hubristic statement, I might note. I have flown closer to the sun than even Icarus, and continue to soar, and shall do so forever. There is no “no” in my knowing. Just a calm horizon.

Well, I just came back from my fourth devotional walk, distributing another 500 Canis familiaris prayer cards. This time, I talked a lot more to my future viewers, and lowered my head further down, so they could easily see me dropping my cards here and there. I look forward to going through the videos over the week. I’m really busy with my Brindlekin projects, there ain’t enough time in each day!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: KZYX’s anti-Zeke hit piece!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 8, 2021 9:35 PM

Today at 6 PM, KZYX did a hit piece about me. It’s barely 7 minutes long, but it’s a hoot! I didn’t hear it live, ’cause didn’t know about it until later in the day, when the announcement list arrived. So I downloaded the recording that KZYX so kindly made available. Here it is, a modern day witch hunt…and I’m really a witch, to boot, so they better watch out:

http://www.gay-bible.org/blogstuff/2021A/anti-zeke-cabal-hit-piece.mp3

    – Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Post-Doggies Morning Ritual (6 videos)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: March 8, 2021 11:14 PM

> The building and area don’t look as bad as I had imagined, from your description.

It’s deteriorated significantly over the decades. Especially the people.

> There have been so many ups and downs, hopefully the sad outcome can still turn out better, again.

Yes, my tales are filled with cliffhangers, for my guardians have seen to it that I come up with a blockbuster of a book. So it makes perfect sense that book 1 ends in tragedy…so my soon-to-be-fans will by DYING to read the the sequel! Which is BOUND to end happily. Again, had you read my tales thus far, I’ve already SAID just that, numerous times. Unfortunately, by responding on just superficial titles and excerpts, you’ve lost the profound depth of insight conveyed through each chapter, like a string of precious pearls. You have NO IDEA of the incredible plot developing into a stupendously joyful outcome, that shall occur by the end of book 2, though will probably start to manifest by the middle chapters. Which I’ve ALREADY declared in book 1.

> If the building has a strict “no pets” rule, that might be tough

No, of course it’s pet friendly, otherwise I’d have never taken this cross upon my shoulders, in the first place. Had you actually READ all chapters thus far, you wouldn’t have to ask that question.

Oh, well! Gotta get back out there and distribute another 500 “Puppy Prayer Cards” tonight. Just one more night after this, to go. I now wear a pair of spyglasses to accompany me on my walks, where I can talk to my viewers as I stroll, imparting little insights here and there.


Re: KZYX’s anti-Zeke hit piece!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 12:15 PM

> Nitwits. Free publicity!

Of course! And it affirms my Bodhisattva Premise to a T…in that those guardians who play the enemy, do so in such a way as to gain me further attention, and make me the hero in the long run. Some might say they are truly malicious, but UNCONSCIOUSLY working in my favor. I take it a step further:

They actually KNOW what they are doing, like actors portraying evil characters in a movie or the theater. Shakespeare knew EXACTLY what he was saying when he declared, “All the world’s a stage.” Similar to the Buddha’s own conclusion: “We have no enemies, only teachers.”

Did you see that clip yet, where I almost ran into Deek? I linked to it in a recent email. He is parked in that dark recess across the street, just below the foreground stop sign, which you will see right at the beginning of the clip. As I stand behind a tall, leafy plant, you can easily hear his New Orleans patois…talking shit to some other homeless dude, about how he (the dude) now has the right to mess with someone whenever he sees him, because of whatever offense…I have no idea of the context, but it clearly was not directed toward yours truly. I’m guessing it was a money transaction gone wrong.

Because of my spyglasses’s excellent night-viewing mode, things look a lot brighter than they really are…for it was actually black-dark where Deek was located, in that recess near the trash bins. For that reason–and because he did NOT start screaming at me–I doubt he knew I was just across the street at all. These camera spectacles are proving to be a real boon!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: KZYX’s anti-Zeke hit piece!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 1:42 PM

> Holy Cow! Those glasses are beyond cool! I might have to get me a pair.

They are excellent for my purpose, good doctor! If you really want them, I’ll send you the link.

> Did Deek have the dogs with him?? I’m thinking they would sense your proximity way before Deek would, what with their ultra-sensitive noses and ears.

I have no idea, ’cause I did NOT hear them barking, or see them sitting or walking around. They MIGHT have been curled up together, snoozing…since it WAS after 10 PM, and cold outside. Be that as it may, I was definitely TOO far removed for them to catch sight or wind of me, if underneath a jacket or blanket.

Either that, or he disposed of them. Or maybe just Flaco, as he seems to show resentment towards that wonderful little, sweet pup, more so than towards Lucky (there may be anti-female sentiment involved, on his part). Sad to see, as they are EQUALLY a blessing. At any rate, even if he still has them, yet later on wants to give them up, you can count on his determination to NEVER let them near me again. I miss them VERY much, of course…they gave me the most wonderful days of my life. Yet I remain optimistic, that somehow things will turn around, that Deek have a change of heart, a transformation if you will, and surrender the brindlekin into my arms.

One VERY good sign that such a benevolent outcome WILL occur, is that I feel pretty darn good through it all…and this emotional state definitely has precognitive undercurrents. It is not simply that I feel GREAT because of my good deeds and kindness TOWARDS the doggos, for the time alloted while I DID have them over…it is that, in my gifted nature, I sense the near future. Which will be WONDERFUL, and not just for me, but for Deek, the brindlekin, and for EVERYone else.

Yet I wonder if Deek KNEW I was nearby, but decided to keep silent. For, per my Bodhisattva Premise, this is a scenario playing out where I become the hero, and it just wasn’t in the script for us to be on stage together at that moment. Not in THIS scene or act, but most likely after the intermission.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: So there was a knock on my door…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 2:03 PM

…a rare occurrence in my world. Happened right when I was in the middle of composing my last missive to you, just minutes ago. Turned out to be the exterminator, who asked if I was ready for the bedbug treatment RIGHT NOW! I told him that Kevin didn’t give me notice, but I’ll be ready any time after tomorrow. He said okay, he’ll check out his schedule, arrange a date and time with Kevin, who will then let me know. Will he, though? I’ll have to phone the exterminator later tonight, to make sure I’ll be ready.

Not only did Kevin NOT give me notice, he also did NOT set up the laundry service to do some of my larger items (a thick coat and a sleeping bag, and maybe some other stuff). Even though I TOLD him a few weeks back, I could use their help. This is a service the building is supposed to offer ALL their tenants, regarding bedbug treatment.

He’s behaving like a child, which is why I suspect early onset dementia. It was a STUPID move on his part, to allow Myrtle’s son’s teenage friends to loiter in my hallway, and without wearing masks, at that! Such a poor decision indicates possible mental deterioration…especially since it’s UNLIKE him, in all the years he’s been manager. Then there are those two nasty letters that he actually SIGNED, which are clearly in violation of the law, when it comes to a building manager’s relationship with the residents. THAT WAS OUTRIGHT ABUSE! Nonetheless, Wattson, once more I end on a positive note, by employing the Bodhisattva Premise:

They are angelic actors playing the role of my conspirators, that I become the hero in this most astounding play, filled with twists and turns, and my heartbreaking struggles for the return of two, delightfully sweet and joyful pups into my protective embrace.

– Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes


Subject: Loiterers in the hallway again…UNBELIEVABLE!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 3:16 PM

As of 3 PM, just minutes ago, I heard their loud, crass voices. I’m tempted to step out with my spyglasses to capture this on video. But I fear a nasty confrontation, and I’m a sitting duck because they of course know where I live, and I’m sure have all been made aware of my confrontation with Adisa and his mother…likely told with extreme bias against me. Just one stupid crisis after another!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Loiterers in the hallway again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Kevin Bond, bldg. mgr.
Date: March 9, 2021 3:26 PM

For the past 20 minutes, Adisa’s friends have been hanging out in the hallway again, being crass and noisy. I haven’t stepped out to see whether or not they’re wearing masks, but that’s beside the point. We should not have nonresidents loitering our hallways. Your voicemail is full, so I couldn’t phone you, in hopes you’d take immediate action.


Re: Loiterers in the hallway again…UNBELIEVABLE!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 4:22 PM

> One of the many “perks” of being poor: crude, loud people crowding in on you, imposing themselves on you, ready to fight with you at the slightest opportunity.

All too true. Well, right after I emailed Kevin (for the sake of documentation, if nothing else) I decided to step out with my spyglasses. But they were gone by then, dammit!


Mendocino County’s Own “I Hate Zeke” Fan Club

February 7, 2021

In February of 2019, Marco McClean, radio host of “Memo of the Air” in Mendocino County, discussed my controversial presence on the MCN listserv, describing it as a witch hunt. They may be the first “I Hate Zeke” fan club, but I’m sure many millions will very soon follow! Animosity towards yours truly is bound to go global, as my star rises later this year, in one, ginormous gay whirlwind of hetero outrage!

Please note that Marco is incorrect about some things he’s described about me, such as my health (which is excellent, not bad at all), and I was born in New York, not New Jersey. And I DON’T have a history of deluging chat groups with my comments. MCN (Mendocino Community Network) is the one exception. Besides, I don’t do chat, I do mailing lists (such as MCN’s), forums and social media. I ABHOR chat rooms, they are tedious and a big waste of time, in my opinion. Nor do I have scads of friends all around the planet…in fact, I have only four, maybe five, and all of them are online allies whom I’ve never met face to face, but for one. As for any SECRET admirers, I’m sure they now number well over a billion. At least, that’s what the I Ching coins tell me. :P

And I stopped calling in mainly because I felt spooky-weird after my call was over, returning to the dark of night in my personal reality of living alone in this world in a crappy SRO…which calling in to a radio station only served to stamp that harsh reality more solidly into my heart, by contrast. Things have since improved for me in that aspect, and a few weeks ago I emailed him with an offer to resume my call-ins. But Marco hasn’t bothered to respond to any of my several recent posts. So I have NO idea what’s up with that! For a little while–from late December to mid-January–he’s resumed narrating my latest tales, but that seems to have come to a halt, as well. Honestly, I’m stymied.


Zeke-Response Bot: an Algorithm Whose Time has Come

January 24, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 2: Chapter 8]

[Something from back in November that I almost forgot to post to my WordPress blog. Note: the person I called “Tara Roosevelt” for several months, is the same person I now call “My Dear Wattson.” Who IS this woman? That may not be revealed until Brindlekin Tales becomes the all-time bestseller in the whole of anthropoid history, and brings the world to its knees! Which I predict will occur some time later this year.]


Subject: You need a Zeke-Response Bot, Tara!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: November 7, 2021 11:13 AM

I’m serious about this (or not)…as the type of AI I’m talking about is a rather low-IQ version, so to speak. IOW, it’s a very basic form of artificial intelligence (thus, much smarter than Donald Trump; goes without saying). And its sole purpose would be to respond to each and every one of my plethora of emails that I’m streaming to you these days, like a gushing fire hose out of control…which you really have NO time to read, except one here and there. All this Zeke-Response Bot needs is a small database of stock replies. Which one of those replies it chooses will be based on key words and phrases in my latest missive. Determined by a simple algorithm that already has access to a collection of my key words and phrases harvested from all my blog entries containing either the word “[your real first name],” “[your most common real nickname],” “[your real surname]” or “Tara Roosevelt.” Examples of stock replies would be:

  • “Wowee!”
  • “You’re on a roll!”
  • “Ha! Good one.”
  • “I hope he comes around.”
  • “I hope he comes around for your sake.”
  • “I hope he comes around for the doggies’ sake.”
  • “I hope he comes around for your sake AND the doggies’.”
  • “I hope he comes around for his own sake, as well as yours and the doggies’.”
  • “I’m sorry you’re going through that.”
  • “Wise decision, though heartbreaking.”
  • “I trust you know what you’re doing.”
  • “No, I don’t mind if you use my real name.”
  • “No, I’d rather you use a pseudonym.”
  • “Anyone who harms a dog should be executed.”
  • “Anyone who harms a dog should be drawn and quartered.”
  • “Anyone who harms a dog should have their skin flayed and fed to that same dog.”
  • “Anyone who harms a dog should be pierced with sewing needles from head to foot, then locked in a cage and fed to army ants live on Zoom.”
  • “Ouch!”
  • “I admire Eleanor Roosevelt.”
  • “I worship the cat.”
  • “Surely is the best little doggy he could possibly be.”
  • “I’m swamped in work right now, but I’ll get around to it.”
  • “I’m really busy these days, but I moved your latest post into my ‘don’t forget to read this’ folder.
  • “I don’t have time to read it now.”
  • “I don’t have time to read it now, but will when I have a moment.”
  • “I don’t have time to read it now, but will when I have a moment or three.”
  • “What a ditz! He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
  • “What a ditz! She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
  • “What a bunch of ditzes! They don’t know what they’re talking about.”
  • “I’m immersed in writing my next book.”
  • “I’m immersed in writing my next book, which is a mystery novel.”
  • “I’m immersed in writing my next book, which is a mystery novel that is quite scary.”
  • “I’m immersed in writing my next book, which is a mystery novel that is quite scary, and based on historical events.”
  • “I’m immersed in writing my next book, which is a mystery novel that is quite scary, and based on historical events around Ed Gein.”
  • “I guess that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.”
  • “I consider myself agnostic.”
  • “We are all prisoners to the cold laws of physics.”
  • “We are all prisoners to the cold, impersonal and ruthless laws of physics.”
  • “We are all prisoners to the cold, impersonal and ruthless laws of physics, and time engulfs us all into eternity’s mindless abyss.”
  • “I have to drive him there myself.”
  • “I hope they publish it.”
  • “I hope they publish it, you’re an excellent author.”
  • “I hope they publish it, you’re an excellent author who deserves much recognition.”
  • “I hope they publish it, you’re an excellent author who deserves much recognition and worldwide kudos.”
  • “I never get on airplanes or jets; I dread the very idea of it.”
  • “Don’t worry, that maniac serial killer is way over in another part of our huge county.”
  • “You’re right.”
  • “Keep up the good work.”
  • “Keep up the good work. He’ll come around eventually.”
  • “Keep up the good work. They’ll come around eventually.”
  • “Keep up the good work. I believe in you.”
  • “Keep up the good work. I believe in you, even if no one else does.”
  • “He’s my hero.”
  • “She’s my hero.”
  • “You’re my hero.”
  • “I hardly ever see Anthony any more.”
  • “I hardly ever see Anthony any more, but last time I did, he looked awful.”
  • “That’s very sad.”
  • “I couldn’t be happier for you.”
  • “I can send you some money.”

And so on. The idea is that you would be freed up from any sense of obligation to respond to me in a timely manner. Yet having your kind attention in support of my writing–and you yourself already quite an accomplished author–inspires me to compose my incredible tales, essays and (sometimes) poetry…by first sending a draft to you. And all it takes on YOUR part, is no more than the briefest of nods, and I’m off to the races! Thus an AI could handle such replies posthaste and, BEST OF ALL, I wouldn’t know the difference.

Hmm, wait-a-minute…maybe you’ve BEEN using such a bot all along, at least soon after I began my flurry of urgent missives in early November! Which explains the sharp increase of terse comebacks from your end of the line. Ha-ha, very good, ya got me there. In sum:

Never mind. :)

  • Zeke

Re: You need a Zeke-Response Bot, Tara!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: November 7, 2021 1:03 PM

I’m doing the best I can. The truth is that I’m under huge pressure on several different fronts. My survival is at stake, and that’s not an exaggeration. I’m no Lady of Leisure up here, serene, cloistered and financially secure. The details are unimportant. You just gotta take my word for it. When you get a short answer from me, you can be assured that I’ve actually read the message…

Oh, I was just playing with ya, Tara…didn’t at all expect a serious reply back. I was hoping for some kind of hilarious retort. SO sorry to hear about your present, and horrid, crisis! Obviously, I cannot provide you with a monetary boost, though I wish I could. Unless some financial kickback soon arrives by some unexpected miracle, such as a publishing company crawling all over me, to make a lucrative contract for my Brindlekin Tales. Then again, maybe cash is not what is needed for your present demise. No details asked, just my prayers of a benevolent outcome in your direction. ASAP

I’m actually having a serious emergency myself, right now…and will post it to you within minutes. The heading will include “URGENT” in all caps.

  • Zeke

Re: You need a Zeke-Response Bot, Tara!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: November 8, 2021 10:41 AM

Money is a component, but not the sole one. My only way out of this situation is through hard, inspired work. No hope of that unless I get plenty of good sleep. Sort of a Catch-22.

Hard, inspired work is right up your alley, Tara…so that’s not the real problem, I’m guessing. Which leaves us with the sleep issue. Which I find unusual, as you seem to be fine with listening to those “Sleep With Me” videos, and then you’re off to dreamland. Something else is disrupting your sleep, which I hope you can discover and resolve…or if you already know its source, that you can resolve ASAP. I don’t think there’s anything I can do for you, except stop posting for awhile, so you may focus on your writing. But if there IS something that you think I can do, just say the word!


Re: You need a Zeke-Response Bot, Tara!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: November 8, 2021 10:49 AM

No need to stop posting. My sleep has improved hugely, thanks to SWM; I’d have been a jibbering basket case without him. But it’s still a struggle. If I’m even slightly sleep-deprived–and I need a solid nine hours at the very least–then I’m defeated, weary, ill, disgusted and useless.

I don’t envy such a level of sensitivity to one’s sleep needs! That truly sucks. I have no idea who SWM is, except “single white male.” :D

Oh, wait, you mean the “Sleep with Me” podcasts…great stuff! Great fluffy stuff, that is!


Re: You need a Zeke-Response Bot, Tara!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: November 8, 2021 12:16 PM

Yes, it’s a curse. I know people who can roll out of bed after six hours and be all chipper and bushy-tailed. Not me, alas. So sleep is, for me, the foundation of anything and everything I hope to be or accomplish. Only oxygen is more important.

I’ve suffered decades of harsh insomnia, but it wasn’t anywhere as near as much of a problem for someone who needed to work for a living. Having these doggies around has made my mornings chipper; I have no choice but to hop out of bed by 7:30 AM so they can go poop! And they are always such joyful little angels to wake up to. However, I do not have the usual comfort of sleeping in my cot which, though wider than standard (for cots), it’s narrower than even a twin-size bed…plus I gotta share it now with two pups! Surprisingly, I’m adapting well, despite having only a slice of the cot for myself.

I’m sure you’ve tried everything under the sun, including Sominex, so I won’t bother to try to play the helping angel. May this bizarre power that has only recently come to me, grant you a most excellent sleep each and every day, from now on!

  • Zeke

Re: You need a Zeke-Response Bot, Tara!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: November 8, 2021 12:51 PM

My goal has been to sleep drug-free, which I’ve accomplished (about 98% of the time), thanks to the podcast and CBD. So sometimes I wind up underslept because I don’t want to take a pill. But your powers may already be coming through on my behalf: Slept a solid nine-plus hours last night. Raveled sleeve of care knit up, etc.

Many good folks have informed me that they just love curling up in bed with my novel, “Free Me From This Bond,” because it puts them to sleep in the shake of a lamb’s tail! Have you tried that yet? I’m here for you, no matter what! No doubt as I rise to fame, my archrivals shall erect large billboards, and purchase whole newspaper and magazine pages, radio and TV blurbs, and computer virus versions of Internet pop-ups and memes that declare:

EZEKIEL J. KRAHLIN’S TALES (ANY ONE OF THEM, TAKE YOUR PICK): EVERYMAN’S CURE FOR INSOMNIA!

  • Zeke

Re: You need a Zeke-Response Bot, Tara!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: November 8, 2021 3:35 PM

Your writing is the opposite of sleep-inducing! It’s verbal No-Doz!

Aha, so I have something in common with one of my favorite comic book characters:

https://www.gocomics.com/toomuchcoffeeman

Well, you’ll be excited to know that my next chapter (21) of Brindlekin Tales will be about where I live, and called “This is My Room, God Help Me.” I’ve already uploaded a brief video tour, which you can watch here:

Be sure to read the accompanying blurb below it.

The chapter itself will include 15 pics, along with the video, with lengthy descriptions of select items shown in each photo, and the history behind some of them. I will structure my SRO tale such that it will be perfectly readable withOUT having to actually view the pictures or the video. (Keeping Marshall in mind, here.) Barring any unforeseen drama (a.k.a. “Deek”) I should complete this chapter later in the day, or perhaps tomorrow. I think it will be a valuable aspect of my history as a struggling author and philosopher…that admirers may see my humble living/workspace before I conquer the planet, along with the solar system and our galaxy plus 18 neighboring ones, as well as a plethora of yet undiscovered, wandering, vagrant black holes.

  • Zeke

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