The Final Chapter (part 19)

August 19, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17s]

Subject: A Friendly Greet with the Building Manager
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 8, 2021 12:25 PM

Just this morning, returning from Rosenberg’s with my java, I politely held the gate open for Kevin, and said “good morning.” He replied in kind, so I queried about the compost situation…told him I was careful walking down the stairs, to dispose of my week’s worth of food scraps. He explained that several steps need to be replaced, and the job should be done within two or three days. I gave him a hearty thank-you, and we went our separate ways.

So that was good: no sign of annoyance on his part; in fact, he came off amicably. I’m glad I had that moment to show kindness; it’s the little things that truly count. Meanwhile, I just found this article about Carl Jung and his take on Tarot cards.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: A Friendly Greet with the Building Manager
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 8, 2021 4:03 PM

> I agree with Jung: we could predict the future if we fully understood the past. We would be able to know how things would culminate. Of course, such an ability would have to be factored in.

That ability seems to be an aspect of the creative force…and, probably, the result of a person having studied a subject in depth that deals with history, sociology, politics, anthropology or other interests that require extensive knowledge of the past. For it makes one more perceptive, thus able to make predictions based on previous cycles of the human story. Some are so good at it they come off as possessing psychic powers! Take Margaret Atwood’s “Handmaid’s Tale,” that so concisely foretold today’s horrific social eruptions. The same can be said for numerous other authors and great thinkers.

But since such a talent is more rare than common, it can be a curse for those so gifted, as Cassandra knew so well! I can certainly relate, as I seem to likewise possess that ability, to some extent…thanks to my lifelong dedication to sexual minorities and the homeless (plus other interests such as anthropology and world religions and mythologies). The antagonism from others less aware never stops! Though it DOES seem to be subsiding, finally…which is amazing in and of itself. You are also so gifted, being the creative muse you clearly are, good doctor.

But what I prognosticate is the BLOSSOMING of humanity (rather than its annihilation) during this time of fomenting turmoil, with a victorious transformation of LGBT rights leading the way. I can envision, in part, just HOW this will come about. The big picture shines clearly in my mind, though many pieces of the puzzle are not apparent, nor is the timeline as accurate as I’d like. I tend to predict things occurring sooner than they do, by years if not decades. But they DO come true, just in Kismet’s time and not my own.

What is so amazing about all this, is that behind LGBTs and leading THEM–as well as the entire race of homo sapiens–into this golden era is not some great statesman, earth shaking event, or even that blockbuster TV series “Rick and Morty,” but instead (and hold onto your seat):

two perfectly sweet little doggies.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: A Friendly Greet with the Building Manager
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 8, 2021 5:15 PM

> “but instead (and hold onto your seat): two perfectly sweet little
> doggies.”
> I think it makes perfect sense!

I hate to break the news to you this way, Wattson, but you’re not normal.

Subject: A genuine smile in the Castro made my day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 11, 2021 12:13 PM

Since the pandemic took off like a harridan, I ceased my morning coffee walks through the Castro, to simply return hovel. But yesterday morning when I stepped out of Rosenberg’s with java in hand, I decided to resume my neighborhood stroll, at least for one day. So I first crossed Market to reach the shady side of the street, as the weather was warming up and the piercing beams of Old Man Sol would otherwise be stabbing into my eye sockets like an ice pick. (I know: that was over-the-top dramatic, so suffice it to say I’m not a sun worshiper by any means.)

As I approached Castro Street and the tacky Chevron station that also sells cigarettes, sour coffee and cheap, packaged snacks, along came this mellow, large black dude with thick, curly black hair, and holding half a pizza flat with trinkets he found along the way. Obviously homeless, though of somewhat neat appearance and friendly demeanor. As I swerved to my right and by the curb to grant him easy passage, he suddenly beamed a bright smile at me and said, “Good morning, God bless you!”

Well that perked me up, so I turned back towards him and replied: “Thank you! Good morning and God bless you, too…you just made my day!” That was a genuine wish on his part, and it made me glow inside. As we each continued our strolls in opposite directions, I noticed that Subway sandwiches was boarded up and closed, and I wondered how long it’s been that way. Nonetheless, he DID make my day, his smile like the promise of better times ahead. Thus, rather than walking with my friendly ghosts from “Castro Past” as I traversed a broad swath of the valley, I thought of my recent adventures with a grateful heart, knowing they will all lead to benevolent outcomes, each and every one. Some already have.

Upon nearing hovel after looping around (and meandering through) several long blocks, I also reached the end of my cup, barely two sips remained. Just before swigging down the final drops of my aureate elixir, a skinny elderly gentleman in blue jeans and yellow-striped, white shirt passed by, greeting me with a gentle “good morning.” I cheerfully responded as well, and observed him and his teensy long-haired dachshund continue their merry stroll towards 18th Street. The little sausage wanted to greet me, of course, but I thought the owner might be wary about that, so I just gave a friendly wave before turning homeward.

Later that day, around 4:30 PM, Deek showed up to hand over the pups and collect his allowance. As well as leave me with three devices to charge up: another new Bluetooth speaker (this one vertical, like a small tower), a battery pack, and a fancy-schmancy Samsung phone that he actually purchased new about a week ago…no doubt through the black market because better price. He returned a few hours later for his gizmos, told me to keep the mutts overnight, he’ll pick them up tomorrow or the next.

I am so pleased at how calm and high spirited he is these days! Before departing last night, he reminded me to show them love. I assured him I always do, and that Lucky favors neck scritches, while Flaco her belly rubs. He agreed with a flashy smile: I could see his teeth are still white and whole, now that his smiles have resumed after many frown-laden months. He then wished me a good night and took off. THERE HAS BEEN NOT AN IOTA OF DEVILMENT ON HIS PART FOR OVER THREE MONTHS NOW! Which only gives further credence to my Bodhisattva Premise:

That this is all scripted, and Deek is in on it. That his situation with the pups is not all it appears to be…they are better off when with him, than one would think. IOW, they probably have another place to stay and keep safe, warm and happy. The pups’ behavior all along gives indication they are mostly housed; not to mention how spotlessly clean they always are. And he, himself, is not truly homeless. Others are in on the game, too, such as the building manager, chihuahua man, my “quasi-fascist neighbor down the hallway,” Myrtle & son, Morey’s corner store, and even the SFPD! But since I’ve already elaborated upon my conjecture in previous posts, I won’t belabor the point, and just stop here with this new revelation:

Deek’s transformation is my own transformation.

Here are two new videos of Lucky, that I just took this morning…delightful as always (great thumbnails BTW):

As for my latest howling video I just texted you: I wish I could’ve caught the whole thing, starting with Lucky’s sitting up once they hear the siren, waiting to see if Flaco would decide to howl, before joining in, himself. Capturing only the tail end does not do justice to such a precious little scenario!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: A genuine smile in the Castro made my day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 11, 2021 3:11 PM

> How great to get those friendly smiles! I have transcendent experiences with strangers fairly often. Truly memorable.

Unusual for the Castro, at least for me it is. That’s what made it so great. Like waking up to a new, and better, reality.

> When I lived in town, and heard the fire siren, I always knew that within seconds there would be a chorus of doggy howls joining in. It would come from all directions, dogs many blocks apart singing together. It was wonderful.

They are the voices of love, nature’s church bells.

> Some dogs have a musical ear, an inheritance from their wolfy ancestors!

As you’ve probably noticed, Lucky has this amusing, halfhearted warble that is a counterpoint to Flaco’s more resonant howls. He never instigates the baying, but prefers to accompany his sister, once she begins her song. She really gets into it, as if to say: “Listen to me! This is immense!” And I do give her my rapt attention, because it’s an honor to do so, for all the kindness she gives.

> Great videos.

Charming little video vérité vignettes! One day, my Brindlekin Tales will warm many hearts.

> And of course, I got sucked into watching others.

Of course. Doggy time is always lovey-dovey time.

> here’s a heartwarmer.

TRULY soul-touching!

One comment there: “Whoever tried to abandon the dog AFTER SAVING HER: Satan’s children.”

I totally agree; what nasty people, attempting to dump that sweet, trusting pup when its new master was sound asleep. Thank god he awoke soon enough, and was not so far away to recover her promptly. And that wonderful person who kept the pooch for five months, much longer than she expected him to be gone, before returning to retrieve her. I can’t imagine the logistics of getting permission to allow the dog to get through customs and to her forever home. Amazing true tale from deep in the heart of the Amazon!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject:They’re Playing Me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 11, 2021 8:28 PM

Upon returning from walking the pups an hour ago, I enter the front gate only to discover that BOTH the building manager (Kevin) and my quasi-fascist neighbor (Moe) are chatting on the first landing, which is in clear view from the lobby. IOW, I see them and they see me, so there is NO way I can step back out and wait until they disperse elsewhere. I already have two ducky treats at hand (as is my habit these days), to distract the mutts from barking, especially in tight quarters going up or down the narrow stairs. Which works up to a point; they still bark, but it’s brief and nowhere near as cacophonous as before.

But THIS, dear Wattson, is a worst-case scenario straight outta the Devil’s Playbook, in light of WHICH two residents they are, forcing me to squeeze by with the doggies, come hell or high water. I was hoping such an inevitable confrontation would NOT occur until a little further down the line, when the pups would be even tamer, that is: more adjusted to this building’s foot traffic. GOD-DAMN-STILL-OUT-OF-ORDER ELEVATOR!

Had the lift been in operation by now, none of this barking “problem” would even be a thing. Though I’ve considered it a non-issue all along, as MOST residents are charmed by the pups, and find their boisterous show hilarious, because of how diminutive and obviously harmless they are. And that, eventually, they’d adapt and the barks would subside soon enough. But no, Kevin has to be a byatch about it, due most likely to my debacle with him over the Myrtle-and-son fiasco earlier this year, which I WON hands down. While at the same time giving him a well deserved black eye in my complaint to Ablahblah Realty.

So of course I play it cool and barge right on up the stairs, holding the treats over their noses to guide them directly through the narrow (but imposing) gauntlet of my two, greatest arch enemies occupying 9666 Market Street! They stand aside barely enough for THIS hapless trio to scamper through, as the pups go into barking frenzy mode, and I keep one hand forward, saying a couple of times: “Keep your eyes on the treat!” To my relief that works, as they sound off a scant three seconds…the time it took to pass through this “second gate.” So they barked a total of five consecutive steps: two just before, and two just after. Perfectly silent, otherwise. I hope they were impressed…any SANE person would be. But get this, good doctor:

Moe had said something to the pooches as we slipped by, but I was too preoccupied with keeping them quiet as possible, to give it any attention until a few minutes later, when his words echoed in my skull:

“I bet if I gave you some treats, you wouldn’t bark!”

That surprised me in a pleasant manner, especially since his tone of voice was calm and friendly. So once more my Bodhisatvva Premise kicks in:

They’re playing me, Wattson! As sort of evil stepsisters to my Cinderella, that I stand out as hero by my dedication to the dogs’ well-being regardless of any animosity or threats flung my way. And doing so while keeping an amicable face towards mine enemies…”right thinking,” the way of the Buddha! Moe’s kind words were one of those bodhisattva hints I’ve spoken of, that they toss in now and then in the midst of one’s struggles…a bit of affirmation to lift your spirits. For they are compassionate at heart, though some play your adversary for a time, that you grow in spirit by accepting their challenges and learning to rise above them. Furthermore:

These hints begin to flow fast and thick, once you reach the end of your struggles with a successful score of one hundred percent. IOW, they are about to drop their devilish mask and reveal themselves as the angels they truly are. And shower you with accolades for a job well done.

Assuming my theory is correct, then OF COURSE Deek is in on it with them, and numerous others who’ve played my foe in one way or another, to a greater or lesser extent. Including Arwyn, whom I strongly suspect of composing this script from beginning to end…long and drawn out, that it may encompass an incredible number of amazing true tales! While scarcely an actor in my Brindlekin Tales trilogy–unlike when he was the star of my previous novel–he remains the major force, albeit behind the scenes.

Like a brilliant puppeteer.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: THREE TIMES TODAY, people have complimented upon the beauty of these pups. One occurence was from the wraparound deck of Lookout: a gay bar on the second floor and right on the corner of Noe & 16th. As I crossed the street with Flaco & Lucky, they hooted and whistled down at us, saying things like “lovely pooches,” “cute doggies” and stuff like that. The pups looked up and barked back with glee, until we finally passed under them, and beyond.

Then about a block further down (on Noe Street) some sprightly old lady walking in the middle of the street (which was closed to traffic, as Wednesdays are our Castro Market days, when local farmers sell their fresh, organic produce), called to me:

“Oh, what lovely, sweet dogs!”

“Thank you,” I called back, “they’re half dachshund and half terrier…and all bundle of love!”

She stood there a moment to admire them from twenty feet away, then departed with the words:

“You’re a very lucky man!”

“Yes I am,” I replied. “And THIS dog here is even named Lucky!”

On my way back, a lesbian couple in a large makeshift stall used in the afternoons by Jefferey’s Natural Pet Foods for dog training classes, called me over to comment on how gorgeous my brindlekin are. I thanked them, told them their names, and a bit about how I acquired them.

“They’re REAL rescue dogs, right off the street!”

They asked if they could give them a little treat and I said, sure. The pups were very polite, and graciously accepted the handout. The couple thanked me profusely for allowing them to admire the pooches, then got back to their class, which contained five other people and their dogs. A lot of barking, and jovial human voices.

It was a sunny, warm day with a cool breeze that brought out the best in people, apparently.

What do you want to bet, Wattson, that the building manager and my quasi-fascist neighbor down the hall, read my Brindlekin blog tales faithfully? Makes sense if my Bodhisattva Premise is true. Which means they will have a good laugh reading today’s encounter between them and my pooches, in my upcoming chapter. Which should be out in a week or so. This ALSO implies that even some at Ablahblah Realty read them, too! As I guess do Myrtle & son, plus the folks at Morey’s corner store.

I should start carrying a few of my Brindlekin Tales cards, now that more people are noticing them these days! I’ll try to save up a bit of money to print out another batch by the end of the month…I only have about fifteen left! And here’s a video I just took of Lucky fluffing up his blanket before settling in. Lit only by my portable LED lamp, which suddenly blacked out during the recording. Couldn’t have happened at a worse time, drats!

Subject: Putting 2 + 2 together…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 12, 2021 10:22 AM

…and coming up with a solid 4.

Dieter and I get along very well, and he loves the pups, and is friends with the building manager…they even live on the same floor, just a couple of doors away from each other. What better person could I have, to vouch for the pups’ kindness and good behavior? Why this realization didn’t occur to me earlier is beyond me, old chap!

Plus, every time I spoke to Dieter about my frustrations with Kevin, it was never with hatred, but concern…and stating that I always meet antagonism with compassion, as that is the Buddhist path. He is aware of my clash with Kevin over the Myrtle-&-son conflict, has seen the video of Adisa and lackeys harassing me at the front gate, and has also read Kevin’s wicked letter that falsely accused the dogs of biting Adisa, as well as declaring the most prejudicial, anti-homeless rant I’ve seen in a long time.

Dieter IS, by the way, another homeless advocate; he’s friends with a few of them himself. Not that he is a full-blown activist on their behalf, but clearly grasps how I’ve suffered years of hostility by my fellow queers…the spoiled ones that is, those flush with money and who flaunt their prosperity like they’re the Gay God’s Chosen. Most of whom, of course, are either Republican or Libertarian. Little diff between the two, except one party is anti-marijuana, and the other is pro.

He has often brought this up, this sharp turn to the right by our LGBT community, expressing much disgust over how things have changed for the worst over the years, in this once-affordable and welcome mecca for gays, the poor and eccentric outsiders (many of whom were artists driven out of the city years ago, due to costly gentrification and increasing enmity against our kind).

Amazing how I’ve survived it all: escaping from a dysfunctional family, evading the draft without penalty, dodging the AIDS bullet, as well as not succumbing to either hard drugs or mandatory psychiatric doping. Nowadays, there’s Trumpism, COVID-19, and looming economic and climate disaster to deal with. Thank God for Flaco and Lucky and their incredible master, Deek! For they are key to my ongoing survival, and more: THRIVING through it all.

Yes, of course, you deserve MUCH credit as well, for you came before them, and paved my way to where I am today: not just a legend in my own mind, but a global super hero!

Good morning Wattson! Another day has begun, and I hope yours is SPECTACULAR.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: They’re Playing Me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 12, 2021 2:12 PM

> “people have complimented upon the beauty of these pups.”
> This is lovely.

Well on their way to becoming the mascots of the Castro. What I’ve been struggling for all along!

Deek collected the pooches yesterday evening. Just came by today, so I could charge his smartphone and speaker. Then he said he’ll be right around the corner, and will return to pick up the devices later. Which I guesstimate will be in about two hours. But the important aspect of all this is:

HE’S REALLY MELLOW THESE DAYS! I have finally won the dragon’s trust, as I described my challenge to ensure the pups have a happy, long life. A fairy tale analogy, where I compare his dangerous bipolarity to a dragon, and the doggies to a fair maiden imprisoned in the leviathan’s lair. And I, the knight in shining armor, who has concluded he must also befriend the wyvern (rather than slaughter it), in order to free the maiden. A happy ending for all parties involved, no one excluded. This is quite Jungian, what with the archetypal layer.

You know how Arab shopkeepers like to address their customers as “boss?” I recall the first time that happened to me (years ago of course), and I found it quite witty. Well, this morning when I entered Rosenberg’s, Charlie greeted me with the usual, “Good morning, boss, how are you?”

I said just fine, thanks, then proceeded to pour my coffee (it’s self-serve). As I did so, another customer entered the store, and Charlie addressed him as well: “Good morning, boss, how are you?”

A moment later I stepped up to pay, and remarked: “I just learned something!”

“Yes, what’s that?” he queried.

“I’m not the only one you call ‘boss!'”

That cracked him up, as was my intent.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Catching Up (odds & ends)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 15, 2021 7:33 PM

Yesterday, Jack and wife who run that friendly corner shop with Morey, offered me all the fresh, organic plums I want. They were gathered from a relative’s backyard, and now fill a large carton bursting with sweet, purple-dark drupes! I gladly snatched up an armful, and thanked them profusely. So things are flourishing once more with them, in spite of that vile attack two weeks ago by Adisa and lackeys. The punks have NOT returned to cause more chaos, and Jack has quickly bounced back to excellent health, and he looks it. I know they greatly appreciate my nipping a potential tragedy in the bud…glad, though, no one’s making a big deal of it.

Over five weeks ago, the Snap Program has granted me a princely sum of $20 per month in food stamps, though they have yet to send me the magnetized card that will permit me to spend it. Yet they continue to update me with email notices, such as one stating an extra sum has been added to my account, thanks to the pandemic. They didn’t say how much, but I presume it’s based on a percentage of what I’m already receiving. So my guesstimate is around one or two dollars…though it could be as little as a dime. I’ll have to call their office about the missing plastic, though I strongly doubt plodding through their phone menu tree will achieve the goal of actually procuring said card.

Since I’ve begun giving Lucky copious neck scritches as of several weeks back, he now vies with Flaco to scramble onto my skinny lap. Nonetheless, she persists in pushing him aside with surprising force that, were it not for my own, stronger arm, she’d accomplish. My solution is to embrace them simultaneously, while calling out: “Group hugs! Group hugs!” Then I sort out the belly rubs (which Flaco favors) from the neck scritches, with a separate hand dedicated to each purpose. (Did I say that right? It kinda sounds like I’m an octopus.) It’s a tough assignment, but someone’s gotta do it!

Much to my happy astonishment, I continue to doze off like a log, and wake up each morning totally refreshed some time around 7:30! This is NOT the Zeke I’ve known since childhood, living out my pupate phase in the youthful know-nothingness of suburbia’s gray cocoon. Certainly, the doggos’ delightful company has restored in me that superb state of inner peace. When visiting, they always greet each morning with incredible joie de vivre, starring myself as their hero…and continue such high spirits throughout the day and unto sleepy time once more!

Regarding Medicaid’s astronomical share of cost, causing lack of dental care (as well as that for ear and eye exams/treatment) even though you ARE eligible to receive such on paper: I HAVE BEEN HEARD, after years of speaking out! First, as of late last year, Governor Newsom declared Medi-Cal services to be free for all recipients, starting some time in 2021…eventually settling on April for the kickoff month. And now, Democrats are pushing for dental coverage (and hearing and eye care) under Medicare’s umbrella. This is how it should have been all along, but I’m elated it’s finally coming true. I’m not saying “I have been heard” literally; it’s just that I’ve been struggling to get the Dems to realize what a serious issue this is, and needs to be rectified ASAP. Whether or not these vital services finally get absorbed into Medicare (the GOP will fight it tooth and nail), it is sufficient to me that our party CLEARLY UNDERSTANDS this tragedy, and is now taking up arms. I NO LONGER STAND ALONE! My wish has come true, so to speak. Whether or not my OWN words in cyberspace had anything to do with it, may never be known. But I’m glad I put them out there, just the same.

There seems to be a much greater awareness of yours truly, among the Castro’s homeless population. Which I’d say was triggered seven months ago by Deek’s running around like Chicken Little and telling everyone I stole his pups. (If only it were that simple!) Then witnessing further developments as they saw me helping him care for the pooches, and how amicably this arrangement has turned out. Including his showing up more frequently with a street friend or two, during our meetups. Which is fine with me, at this point. In fact, several days ago two buddies were tagging along when I stepped out to hand over the pups (after a good, long rest), and a fresh supply of dog food. One of them gave me a cordial hello and a smile. Of course I returned the kindness, but it wasn’t till some time later when I returned hovel, that I realized it was that same, large black dude who said “good morning” and “god bless you” in passing (during my coffee stroll through the Castro) just two days before!

We have all learned, recently, that bandannas are NOT a good masking option. I sure wish these “experts” had told us right from the git-go! We have always known that N95 masks are the best way to go…and now, we understand that three-layered cloth masks come in second place (with silk right at the top, followed by cotton, then polyester). But I still had to figure out which cloth masks are the best, among the myriad offered on Amazon…rifling through negative reviews, as well as positive. For some buyers, the ear straps pop off easily, or they’re too loose or too tight. Or the masks are tinted with a toxic dye, or they have a chemical stink or make your skin break out in rashes, and so forth. And even some of the expensive N95 brands may be counterfeit!

So rather than waste my money and time trying out first one brand, then another, till I find the right fit or whatever, a couple of hundred dollars later, I came upon a perfect solution: just pluck ’em off the sidewalk. Folks are dropping them everywhere! Yesterday, I acquired three in exactly that manner. They all looked brand new anyway, and are definitely reusable. Once hovel, I smudged hand sanitizer all over each mask, swooshed them around in warm, soapy water for a good minute or so, then rinsed them thoroughly and hung them up to dry overnight. Voila! Free, quality masks which I’ll never run out of, because just there for the picking. Like some weird manna from heaven.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Texting with Wattson – 8/11/21 to 8/16/21

Video: pups howling

Pic: pups snoozing 1

Video: homeless hang out

Pic: wattson’s doorway 1

Pic: wattson’s doorway 2

Pic: pups snoozing 2

Pic: deek snoozing 1

Pic: wattson’s pup “surely”

Pic: deek snoozing 2

Pic: deek & pups snoozing 1

Pic: deek & pups snoozing 2

Pic: deek & pups snoozing 3

Pic: deek & pups snoozing 4

Pic: reddit advertisement

Subject: Dogs are back, snoozin’ like there’s no tomorrow!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 18, 2021 7:02 PM

OMG they were dying to get inside, Flaco was almost in a panic at the gate, where Deek forced us to linger while he insisted on shooting the bull…until I finally said, “Enough!” But here’s the best thing out of this:

As we stumbled inside, a resident was standing in the lobby, diddling with his smartphone…yet the dogs did NOT bark, ignored him entirely. All they wanted, desperately, was to get to my sanctuary ASAP. In their excitement, they barked a bit going up the stairs.

Whence we crossed paths with a friendly, young fellow who walked down slowly while leaning against the wall, due to a sprained ankle or somethin’ like that. I said, as I maneuvered the pups around him: “They don’t bite, just bark sometimes!” He replied he knows, they’re wonderful doggies (as he’s encountered them several days back, with delight). Pooches were really no problem, and it was funny to see how eager they were to hop onto that cot and crash out. After all, they don’t know how much time they have for each visit (nor do I, because, as you know, Deek can sometimes be quite an A-hole), so take full advantage of each opportunity to rest up.

Which they did, immediately. Didn’t even go for the bowl of water I set out. Flaco wasn’t even in the mood for some ducky treats, though Lucky was. However, he remained supine on the bedding, expecting me to serve him tidbits like he was the King of Siam. And ASFAIC, he is! My conclusion:

Too many residents here now love the mutts, and wouldn’t think kindly of chihuahua man or the building manager, for any meanspirited gossip about them.

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Re: Dogs are back, snoozin’ like there’s no tomorrow!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 18, 2021 7:25 PM

> Excellent report.

Yes indeed.

> And those pics! Even asleep, the doggies are actively enjoying the comfort and luxury.

Their golden, brindle luminosity is Goodness Canine-ized. My humble monkish cell is transformed into a Dachshund Epiphany whenever they’re present. And it is all thanks to Deek. Now that’s just amazing, especially when you look back at how it all started, and the progress made since. Deek returned to collect his newly charged phone, told me to keep the pups overnight. Another doggy sleepover…yay! Time for their din-din.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: And to top it all off, just this morning at the crack of dawn, with sunlight streaming in silver rivulets through the worn seams of my curtain, I was gifted this amazing find, a sacred relic lost in the bowwows of deep antiquity: The Shroud of Dachshund! This is truly a Dogsend that has fallen into my trembling, undeserving hands!

My taloned associate, Pterry Pterodactyl, appeared on the lamppost perch astride my hovel, tapping her leathery wings upon the window pane, and clasping this archaic cloth between her beaks. She knows the whole story, not just how she discovered it, but how it came to be in the first place…and promises to reveal EVERYTHING to me, in due time. I’m guessing around Brindlefest, at year’s end. The suspense is hounding me already!

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Subject: And yet MORE good news from the Castro trenches!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 18, 2021 10:13 PM

I stepped out a short while ago for some fresh air, leaving the pups to slumber on. Upon reaching the gate, there was chihuahua man on the other side, fumbling with the keys to get in. So I called out: “I got it!” And held the gate open so he and his pooches could enter with ease.

He said, “Thank you, Zeke. I hope your evening is going well, and that you have a lovely night.”

“Likewise for you,” I replied, “have a great evening!”

Whaddiditellya, Wattson? They’re PLAYING me…but in a good way, getting me to rise above twitches of anxiety, learning to not worry about anything at all. I think they’ve done a damned good job of it too, what say you? In conclusion:

The manager NEVER had any plans to make me get rid of the pups. It was a CHALLENGE for me to accept, and figure out how to resolve as compassionately as possible.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Dogs are back, snoozin’ like there’s no tomorrow!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 18, 2021 11:02 PM

> “The Shroud of Dachshund!”
> He is risen!

The greatest shaggy dog story ever told.

Re: And yet MORE good news from the Castro trenches!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 18, 2021 11:48 PM

> And perhaps soon they will be yours all the time.

I was thinking more in terms of them being adopted by the entire building…our mascots! I’d take the dogs for visits with our three or four elderly residents, who are mostly confined to their rooms. People could chip in for veterinary costs, doggy sweaters, food, toys, etc. This group adoption would then expand to the entire neighborhood, thus the brindlekin would be well protected and cared for every minute of every day, for the rest of their lovely little lives. Just as I have been praying for, all along…ever since October 30th 2020.

Now we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, the joyful conclusion to my long-winded epoch, a win/win outcome for all parties involved. There’ll be some news coverage as well, at least locally…but one can easily imagine how that could go viral around the world. On the heels of the pandemic, sweeping away all grief that came before. Curly tail-waggin’ joy for everyone! Thus a new holiday shall be born from the ashes of Exmass.


– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Chihuahua Man Update
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: August 19, 2021 10:19 PM

Last night around 10:30 PM, I was returning hovel after a short stroll in the cool night air (pups were asleep upstairs), and saw chihuahua man walking his two arf-arfs in my direction. He addressed me, apologizing for one of his doggies peeing in my hallway, and he’ll clean it up soon as he returns. He didn’t want me to slip on it. Conveniently, the pooch had peed on the long plastic sheet by the elevator door, rather than directly on the carpet. I told him no problem, thanks for the alert and have a lovely night. Upon returning hovel, I grabbed some paper towels and mopped up the tiny puddle in a flash. Goodwill is dogwill.

– Zeke K-Holmes

The Final Chapter (part 13)

June 12, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17m]

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

Canine lebensraum!

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

> Good strategy!

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

> Possible they know each other already?

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

> I like this a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I hardly see Dominic any more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——– Original Message ——–

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

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

–end message

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

What a hunk o’ love!

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin-Holmes,
consulting queer detective extraordinaire

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

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

> I guarantee they’re not all heterosexual.

I didn’t say they were!

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

> What they have in common is arrogance and stupidity.

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

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

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

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

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

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

As is its stepchild, PATRIOTISM.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

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

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

Spam, deceptive practices and scams

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

How this affects your channel

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

And here is my reply:

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

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

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


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

We have reviewed your appeal for the following content:

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

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

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

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

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

Death devils, the lot of ’em.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s like I’m stuck in an endless-loop nightmare; but my dedication to the dogs overrides even THAT. For the kindness and joy they bring me is immeasurable, and I gladly owe them the same kindness in return. Now, on another note, Wattson:

I was able to resume email contact with Chuck, via my Protonmail account, for he replied to my query, “If this email reached you, please reply!” So I updated him a bit on my latest adventures, and encouraged him to switch to a smartphone, using the Tracfone service. But I ended my message with how he needs to unravel himself from this pro-Trump conspiracy nonsense, it’s a bad path to go down.

But before completing and sending off the email, I decided to phone him once again. Just a quick catching up, stating there’s more in my email about to arrive…ending once again with a warning about his right-wing babble, that it just gets him hot headed, and it’s not about what’s REALLY going on in the world. I suspect he didn’t receive my original email mocking him over this, due to that Yahoo glitch (which seems to be ongoing).

We’ll see how he handles it, but I certainly can NOT maintain communication if he persists down that deplorable road. Pressuring me to side with such garbage ideology is NOT how I care to spend my time, even if it means losing the last long-term friend in my world. It’s just like I had never cut myself off from my brother, as Chuck is parroting the exact same mass insanity. I doubt he’ll abide by my wishes, as he’s become deeply embedded in this Trumpist Cult, probably because of his resumption with old high school buddies once he returned to Philly, after being gone more than three decades. Talk about peer pressure redux!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Noisy Hohokum Punks!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 10, 2021 12:45 AM

Almost every single friggin night, Hohokum smoke shop workers hang out front with their friends and relations, disturbing the peace way into the night, sometimes as late as 3 AM! This has been going on for over a year, since they changed who runs it. The first several months after opening, everything was fine, they’d close at 10 PM, and were never a nuisance. But now it’s like living right above a club. They hang out for hours on the sidewalk, yapping away, boisterously screaming and acting out like they’re the coolest shit on the block. Just when the pandemic made our streets quiet, this started happening. They NEVER shut up, act like punks, and draw sketchy street people to their spot, because it’s the only shop open so late, and they sell tobacco, weed and paraphernalia for smoking OTHER drugs. Plus provide a distraction for their wandering the boring, dark streets. I suspect they’re relatives of Ablablah Realty, which owns my building and leases the shops below. So they think they’re SPECIAL. For whatever reason, the manager does nothing about it, so those of us living on this side of the building have our peace of mind and sleep disturbed just about every night. IT’S BEEN GOING ON FOR MONTHS!

Youtube has banned me from uploading any videos for a week, so here’s the backup link (1 min.):

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- If “she’s” setting an example on good mental health, I think I’ll pass
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN discussion list
Date: June 10, 11:17 PM

On 9 Jun 2021 14:46 Tanya NAZI FAN GIRL Merang squoinked:

> You’ve been remarkably insulting, abusive, nasty, rude, insulting, and mean spirited to me Zeke

Nonsense. I’ve been remarkably forthright in addressing your hypocrisy and nurturing a subscriber here for his Nazi proclivities. Must be the mother instinct, eh?

> Quite literally, you attack me,

No, I don’t attack you “quite literally,” I simply oppose your coddling a lunatic Nazi, via clacking away at the keyboard on my lap. Such hyperbole, Ms. Merang! One would suspect you have an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda, a dastardly scheme to unravel.

> because I won’t attack your enemies.

They are not just MY enemies, you deceptive Jezebel! Spike Dewars is a blatant Nazi, and ALL Nazis are enemies to the world.

> That is my one and only crime.

But the worst crime ever: befriending and enabling a Nazi. That ONE crime far exceeds a zillion LESSER crimes, for there is no crime GREATER.

> It seems you have only friend or foe, and no room to just let other people be.

Right, just let the flaming Nazis be, it’ll all blow over in time. I’m not stupid, I know exactly what you are doing.

> I’ve already told you on social issues, we agree more than disagree, and I’m the one who made the point our new ASH was an excellent choice.

Doesn’t matter how much we may agree on so many issues. For that ONE crime alone is so egregious as to totally WIPE OUT anything good you may stand for.

> Being in the IT field, I’ve worked my entire career with people in the LGBT Community

Irrelevant. Since LGBTs are like everyone else, in that they have their OWN right-wing cabals, including Nazi admirers. Just because you glom onto them, does NOT mean you are ipso facto a good person.

> they are over-represented because of their innate intelligence and creativity.

Obsequious flattery gets you nowhere with me, dear snake. Furthermore: MY own gay intelligence seems to elude your acknowledgment. Go figure.

> You do in fact owe me an apology, but I don’t ever expect to get it, so it’s no great loss. You’d have to admit you’re wrong, and you don’t seem to have that capacity.

I love how you toss in that guilt-trip trope, now and then. Hilarious.

> Not killing people you disagree with, is far different than getting cozy.

Well THAT’S a flakey thing to say! Whatever you’re smokin’, I don’t want any.

> Trying to find common humanity, that might inspire moving them, is infinitely more effective,

Not when it comes to Nazis…they are 100 percent bullies all the way. NOTHING can persuade them to change their ways, except being bullied BACK. For they’re cowards at heart, just give them a taste of the pain THEY inflict, and they’ll scream like stuck pigs. And you KNOW all that (that you can’t win over a Nazi through kindness)…you are obviously trying to weaken my resolve, because you are a saboteur who FAVORS right-wing trolls like Mr. Dewars.

Stop playing your “let’s be nice to the Nazi” Neville Chamberlain schtick…I see right through it.

> than trying to bludgeon people into submitting to your holy justice and vengeance.

More hyperbole in your juvenile attempts to weaken my resolve, this time by comparing my stance to inflated arrogance and even violence. Aren’t you the innocent little lamb! “Holy justice and vengeance,” my ass.

> All you do Zeke is polarize and make people hunker down even harder on their position.

Nope, don’t do that at all…and you know I don’t. I simply speak out against blatant lies by right-wingers who attempt to muddy the waters and sabotage the goals of decent people. You are his wing man, so to speak.

> All the while proving them right for hating you.

Wow! That was quite a leap from hyperbole into blatant falsehood. How impressive, Ms. Judas-Merang! If anyone hates me, it’s because I hold up a mirror to their ugly faces. Furthermore: hatred is NEVER justified…there is a better, more enlightened wat to deal with conflict. Mr. Dewars’ approach is ALWAYS to act with hatred, whereas mine is ALWAYS to act on the truth. Accusing ME of hatred is simply the act of scapegoating: blaming me for HIS sins. It’s totally ABSURD for such a foul-mouthed goat like Mr. Psychobitch to accuse me of raging with hatred, only because I stand up against the blathering lunatic.

> You think attacking me has made you look good, or just, or sympathetic? Or has it made you look like a bully, irrational, and ungrounded?

I’m not attacking you, Ms. Merang…never have, never will. I DON’T “attack” anyone. Opposing horrid words or ideas is not an attack, it is drawing the line by condemning such horrible remarks as Dewars makes with prolific frequency. Though I appreciate your manipulative application of the word “attack” to try to make ME look like the offender, instead of Psychobitch and his enabler (who is, of course, your dishonorable self).

> I won’t fight you Zeke,

That statement right there implies otherwise. You HAVE been fighting me all along, through deception and manipulation of your words.

> because I don’t hate you,

Yes you do. You’re a Nazi…just like your protege Dewars. You’ve found your comrade in this list! You do NOT lift so much as a finger, in outcry against even his most outrageous bigoty expressed so often. Including not standing up to him when he makes the most vile homophobic threats against me. It is not ME (or Alan) I’m suggesting you defend…it is LGBTs. You say you have so many queer amigos, yet you NEVER bother to denounce Mr. Psychobitch’s horrific anti-gay epithets.

> I just don’t like the way you treat people,

Oh, I already got that, loud and clear, Ms. Merang. But you absolutely LOVE a screeching Nazi, spewing one hateful comment after another, because, as you say, he’s so HONEST with who he is. Which, besides being pure BULLSHIT, is your modus operandi for right-wing infiltration. My honesty, however, appears to be a horse of a different color for you; now do not say “neigh” to that!

> I don’t like the way you yield your own moral high ground to stoop exactly as low as the people you despise. You want to be the better man… act like the better man.

Really, now, how much more hyperbole can we actually take without it being dumped like the fecal plops of a million elephants? Just asking for a friend. His name is Dumbo.

> I ask you earnestly Zeke, you talk about keeping ahead, if you’re keeping ahead of the Nazi, in what direction are you marching, and why?

Any direction that’s opposite yours. Thanks for the emotionally charged BS you flung my way…it’s been fun deflecting, like Wonder Woman and her magic bracelets. Woo-hoo!

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- If “she’s” setting an example on good mental health, I think I’ll pass
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN discussion list
Date: June 11, 1:04 AM

On Wed, 9 Jun 2021 16:54 Terry Sachs squoinked:

> That’s all he’s ever been to almost everyone: mean, nasty, rude, and insulting.

Could you be any stupider, Mr. Sucks? Remember, YOU are the one who went ballistic over someone’s accusation that I earn money for my posts, the more posts, the more money. Then there’s your “zEEK’s puppy grift” nonsense. You should be on some strong medication, is the best advice I can give. You certainly excel at making a fool of yourself, I’ll give you that. I’m amazed that you even have the chutzpah to show your face on the announcement list any more! Or in public, for that matter.


That’s Ms. Merang for ya: “The Compassionate Nazi Enabler!” Perfect title for a Fox sitcom.

> He will continue to refer to you as a nazi and claim you are homophopic.

There’s a lot of that going on in these MCN lists, I can tell ya that. All it took was for just one, lone gay person to join a list, and try to discuss an LGBT issue now and then, to watch the hetsupremacist fur fly! Truly a sight to behold. And ya know, had the MCN list went on withOUT my presence, you’d have no idea how many queer bashers there really are on that list…and by extension, Mendocino County itself.

Not my fault, though. Of course, Nazis love to scapegoat, which is exactly what YOU are doing. So if ya don’t wanna be CALLED a Nazi, Mr. Sucks, then stop ACTING like a Nazi. You’re like the little skinny runt down the block who gloms onto a the neighborhood bully, in hopes HE can play the bully himself, now and then. But things never end well for those types. The REAL bully gets sick of him, a bit later on down the line. So enjoy your fun while it lasts, you clueless yutz.

> It’s his favorite insult.

Oh come, come, Mr. Sucks. I don’t HAVE a “favorite insult,” but I CAN tell you this: homophobia seems to be a FAVORITE bigotry on this list! Not my fault that no one on this list (or that other one) has ever possessed the ovaries to speak out against anti-gay remarks. Then yours truly came along to crash your Nazi party, ruining the freedom they once had to keep gays suppressed and invisible…and terrorized!

And no, I DON’T call everyone a homophobe and a Nazi on this list…just the several who fit that profile to a T. Which of course includes you, Mr. Sucks, for being that skinny twerp who cozies up to the handful of Nazi bullies on this list, including their demonic leader, Spike Dewars…so YOU could fuck around with that gay lister, too. Which leader now appears to have a virtual female consort to do his bidding, who is also, sadly, Asian. Now I’m wondering: how much blood price did THAT cost him? Just asking for a friend. His name is Mephistopheles.

P.S.: I’m crossposting this message to the announcement list, since they seem to know you better over there, and get a good laugh over your latest fumbling with a hidden wicked plot to hatch. For it always backfires, like a Charlie Chaplin film where he plays the hapless hobo. That’s you, Mr. Sucks: “the hapless hobo;” a metaphor that defines your soul perfectly!

Subject: Just a few hugs, then they’re gone again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 11, 2021 5:17 PM

Using my video backup source again, as it’ll be four more days before Youtube allows me to resume uploading. Looks like such false, draconic accusations by them are the result of a poorly programmed bot. Been happening to a LOT of vloggers recently. However, I think there may be some right-wing mischief baked into it.

Click here to watch the video.


Deek showed up for a short while this afternoon, to pick up more kibble and canned stew, and collect his weeky allowance. No mention whatsoever of having them stay overnight any time soon. Well, I already knew the moment he requested a fresh supply of dog food, that he had no plans for them to stay over. So I gave the pups some hugs and kisses, and the next thing you know: they were gone again! Seven days since I last saw them, and THAT was just a few brief moments, too. I used my camera pen to record this latest meetup, but as you can see, it’s sorely lacking in being able to capture the subjects by keeping the pen in my shirt pocket. The glasses are much better because I can intuitively aim the lens where I want (without being suspected of shooting a video), but a lens popped out of it, so not very discreet as a result…just draws attention as to exactly WHY I’m wearing them broken. But on a good note: Deek looks cleaner, healthy and stable these days…and no childish drama on his part. A VERY good sign, as that implies his jealousy and resentment of the fondness between the pups and myself should soon clear up, along with his bipolar mood swings. The shopping cart was also tidy!

Re: Just a few hugs, then they’re gone again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 12, 2021 12:14 PM

> Well, I’m glad everybody looked good, but it’s still worrisome to me.

When has my relationship with Deek NOT been worrisome? As I’ve concluded per my Bodhisatta Premise some months back:

Worry is not the right path. Faith is. Though I CAN conjecture as many worst case scenarios as I choose, they will only serve to obstruct my enjoyment of each day. All shall turn out just fine, no matter what.

Don’t know if you saw the video, Wattson, but in it I told Deek he and the pups are always in my prayers, though it’s not based on worry, ’cause that’s just obsessing over bad outcomes. Which does no one ANY favor.

I figured speaking those kind words is an important step towards unraveling his jealousy and resentment that come of immature thinking. As well as finally concluding on his own, that the dogs DO need a warm, safe haven on a frequent basis…withOUT making this a battle with his inner demons. Furthermore:

Prayer is learning to RELAX in faith, rather than be a bundle of angst. Because that’s what TRUST in a higher force is all about. At least, when it comes to your OWN well-being. Because, since you ALREADY have a strong desire for things to go well and, assuming your intent is a worthy one, you HAVE been heard, thus a positive outcome is inevitable. The rest of it is just learning how to use your mind better, for your OWN sanity: what the Buddha calls “right thinking.” To be clear:

The outcome of your prayer is NOT dependent on whether or not you have the right thoughts; it is, instead, based SOLELY on sincerity and worthiness. For example: praying for a new car so you can show it off to your neighbors is trivial, while praying for the well-being of another is immensely just, no matter HOW much of a bundle of nerves you might be. This is in opposition to all the illusions hurled at you over the years, of tragic endings in spite of worthy prayers by others. And by “prayer” I mean nothing more than intent in both thought and action. For without ACTING upon your wish, your good thoughts will come to naught. SOME level of sacrifice is necessary.

So in a very real sense, this situation with the doggies is a learning lesson for me, which is how to eradicate–as best I can–even the tiniest, final twitch of anxiety BEFORE the happy results manifest. For example:

This morning as I strolled back hovel with coffee in hand, I fantasized him losing the pups through death by overexposure to dampness and cold. And as a result, cut him out of my life for good, seeing as he’d wind up adopting aNOTHER doggy or two, and the same, awful thing would happen. And I just CAN’T go through that again, I’ve lost ALL respect for him, and REFUSE to remain beside him on this roller coaster ride of bipolar/meth madness ever again. I called him a “dog killer,” for that is what he is. Then, in my mind’s eye, he screamed at me, claiming it’s MY fault, dumping all his wrongs upon this bedraggled old pilgrim.

Now THAT fantasy right there is an obsession over a worst case scenario. Which right-thinking requires flushing from one’s mind, instead of latching on. Of course, this lesson applies to ALL crises, not just to a particular situation with two doggies and their homeless master. These dark scenarios that well up in one’s thoughts ARE necessary evils, to WARN of potential danger. But allowing them to take over your waking hours is the WRONG approach, because harmful to your own state of mind.

Thus–once again according to my Bodhisattva Premise–this makes Deek a bodhisattva himself, that is: my teacher. And the lesson IS to improve upon right-thinking. Many temptations to grow angry at him are hurled at my feet…they are challenges to overcome, and certainly NOT to cave in to. He therefore MUST play the monster now and then, in order for the lesson to progress towards completion. My conclusion in a nutshell?

Long-suffering, patience and compassion are key.

The improvement of his appearance and behavior, along with spiffing up his shopping cart and no longer dumping trash everywhere, are PROOF of the good results manifesting at last. I have given him ALL the criticism needed to set him on the right path, so should do no more of that, but say everything positive to further him along. Speaking of behavior:

When I handed him his allowance, he saw that, instead of three Jacksons, they were two, plus a Hamilton. Instead of squawking, he simply said: “Fitty dollar? Okay.”

In that video, you’ll hear me immediately apologize…then run back upstairs with the bill, to return with the proper sum. Overall, the 5-minute clip shows my considerate regard towards him, in spite of all the nastiness he’s flung at me over many months. Furthermore, his new habit of always asking for an “advancement” on his allowance is not occurring in shorter intervals (which would be squeezing an extra $60 out of me each month), but has settled on Friday, rather than my original decree of every Sunday. So it’s not really an advancement at all, but a shift to another day of the week. As if, as my teacher, he is fully conscious of this change, but is testing my temper.

This “right thinking” approach strikes me as simple common sense, and is part of the Buddha’s teaching on how to live as good a life as possible. And has NOTHING to do with whether or not you believe in God, or a higher force (as some prefer to say, including yours truly). It is thus a CRIME when religions claim a monopoly on this sane strategy, and often come to blows with OTHER belief systems that teach the VERY SAME THING! Equally shameful are new-age fads such as “The Secret,” who treat this approach as if it were something totally novel, and they are the only TRUE source of enlightened wisdom. When their REAL motive is to cash in on a specious premise.

In my own Brindlekin Tales, I make it very clear that my revelations are NOT novel in any way, but are personal documentation of how I apply them in my own life: a modern spin on sage advice that has resonated through the ages of humanity. Like the sweet tones of a monastery bell, a temple gong, or even the thocks of a hollow log from the deep time of prehistory. In my case:

Using the loving inspiration of two, marvelous doggies for my springboard. Curly-tail, brindlekin joy! Let the Chimes of Puppy Love ring through every city, town, village and burg!

– Zeke K-Holmes

The Final Chapter (part 10)

May 22, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17j]

Re: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 18, 2021 3:28 PM

> I signed up for regular emails from them. My clicking habits, my taste for the grotesque and arabesque, was sensed by their algorithm. Sometimes they’re way off, but mostly not.

Thanks, I just looked into it and have already found various bizarre Pinterest pages to subscribe to. I’m also gonna resume by subscription with Tumblr. Checking out intriguing pictures is a rewarding way to spend some leisure time. And you never know which one will stand out at any moment, and perk up your mind.

So, Deek finally showed up again, after two, cold, damp nights outdoors with the pups. Didn’t even offer to have them stay with me for awhile…just wanted more dog food, a disposable razor and a cigarette lighter. Of course, he also asked for another advance on this Sunday’s allowance, but I turned him down, said he’ll just have to wait, as my budget is especially challenging this month. He hardly gave a squeak of resistance, which is impressive. I pet the pooches for awhile, they look just fine and happy as usual. Then off they went, with Deek thanking me again, for all I do. And back hovel I went.

He’s up to something, but I sense whatever it is, is good. I suspect he’s thinking some things over, reassessing his life and taking to heart the important words I’ve been imparting these past few weeks.

He should return this evening, to pick up his cumbersome, lead-acid-battery-powered speaker (god I can’t wait till he gets rid of it), and a smartphone. I have a hunch he’ll also ask me to keep the dogs for the night.

My free US Mobile SIM “try us out” chip should arrive today; I paid $1.99 for fast USPS delivery. But yesterday they sent me a notice that it will arrive some time today, after 5 PM, from FedEx! Which company is ALWAYS a headache to get things delivered to this building. Thanks for nothing, US’re already off to a bad start. My Xfinity installation kit should also arrive very soon, in a day or two. This time from UPS, another headache…so I paid them $4.99 to drop it off at the UPS store on my block. Just to avoid any deliveray mishaps.

Oh brother, just now as I completed the previous paragraph, I heard Deek call “Yo!” below my window again…said the razor I gave him was used. And the last one caused his face to break out. Ridiculous, I always pull a new one out of a bag of Bic razors I ordered from Amazon! He told me to just toss one down, so I held up the bag, to show him they’re new, and flung him the second one. Well, I guess he’s still gotta come up with SOMEthing to complain about, as things running smoothly just ain’t his gig. His face is often dirty, as are his hands, so he shouldn’t blame the razor, he should blame his own hygiene.

At least he’s not hanging out around the corner behind my building. I know, because I just checked. I had to pass through a gauntlet of elevator workers a few times, going up and down the stairs to meetup with Deek and bring his stuff inside, and my stuff outside…as well as lug a heavy box of canned dog food from the lobby, that Amazon just dropped off. AND TWO OF THEM AREN’T WEARING A MASK! Worse yet, then the manager adds himself to the mix, walking up the stairs with a bag of groceries, and PASSES RIGHT BY a maskless worker without uttering a word.

I love how, one moment things are quiet as a church, but then when I have something to do that involves stepping out and back in (especially when it involves Deek) suddenly everyone and his uncle are all around me. I have fantasies of mowing ’em all down with an M240.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek showed up yet AGAIN…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 18, 2021 5:31 PM

…to pick up his giant speakers and smartphone, after such a short time! Said he’s in a rush, gotta go somewhere. Right when I opened my door, I heard the building manager come down the stairs, speaking with someone accompanying him. So I was held hostage in the side alcove where they couldn’t see me, waiting until I heard the front gate close, before heading into the lobby.

Deek just said thank you, took the items and departed…didn’t allow me even a moment to hug and pet the pooches. Flaco pulled firmly on the leash, right by the front gate, because she REALLY wanted to go inside! Deek forced her forward, but did NOT show any anger, OR yank on her leash, this time around. He was gentle; that’s an improvement. Both pups looked back several times, and slowed Deek down. I just stood with the gate ajar, gazing at them with love. Flaco turned to glance at me one last time, at the curb, before they crossed.

Well, Deek now has a fresh supply of dog food, that should last a few days. I wonder if he plans to keep them away that whole time, or comes to his senses and has them spend the night here, or two nights here…for warmth, comfort and a break from the mean, cold streets. This is NOT funny, or cute, or decent…their health and lives are at stake, but at the mercy of someone who lets petty emotions like jealousy rule his world. At the expense of two, precious furry angels. Who love my company so much; and I, theirs.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 18, 2021 8:26 PM

> At least you got to pet them. Crucially important. For them, and for you.

YES! Absolutely crucial. I made it very clear to him, numerous times, that if he doesn’t show up with the pups each time he drops by, then I don’t show up to see HIM. If he ever gets rid of the dogs to anyone other than me, then I get rid of HIM. He knows I mean it, and I emphasized I’m being adamant for HIS sake, as well as the mutts’…because he’d wake up in a world of grief a few days later, as he realizes his horrid mistake.

Though it looks like he’s growing out of his immature reactions…just not as quickly as I’d like. He’s been consistently courteous to me, in the last 10 or so visits. Though he SHOULD also tell me to go ahead and spend a few minutes with the pooches, instead of saying he’s in a rush, gotta go somewhere.

> I know the feeling. Or scorching them with flames, dragon-style.

Or have some super-hero power where I could strike terror in their hearts, make weird, fleshy appendages grow from their faces to make them look so disgusting, people puke at their visage! I actually have a lengthy LITANY of vengeful fantasies against these dip-shits. If only ONE would come true, I’d be satisfied. Regardless:

I am confident that Kismet SHALL avenge me, though not necessarily through one of my countless, wrathful vagaries. One of my enemies has already keeled over (Todd in 209), so there ya go.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Here is my smartphone that’s SUPPOSED to work with US Mobile:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 12:34 AM

Click here for a larger view.

I bought it 7 months ago, with Android 9. It only cost me $39, and I really don’t want anything more than a basic setup. I don’t want high quality pics or videos, nor want to play games or watch shows on it, or any other fancy stuff. It will stay at hovel, for phone calls, texting, 2-factor authentication, and maybe some uploading chores. But it WILL come in handy for those times when Xfinity is down. I’ll just top up my data amount to cover that.

My OTHER smartphone, a Tracfone with Android 7 (which I purchased from Boulevard Joe for just $20 three years ago), I will take outside and use to read ebooks, listen to podcasts and music, take photos and videos, and call 911 if that ever comes up. Which is what I’ve been doing all along.

I can’t imagine why people would go about in public with an expensive smartphone that is so easy to lose, break, or steal! And loaded with SO MUCH personal information on top of that. I’d be a nervous wreck taking my cell-service smartphone outside. And the ridiculous prices they charge for a phone! Even the $150 Moto-E offered by US Mobile is too expensive. After all, I’ll only be paying less than $10/month from their service. Even at their bargain price of unlimited service (including 30GB data) which is $30, doesn’t justify a high price tag for a phone.

I’ve noticed that all these bargain cell services sell mostly upper-end phones, with maybe two or three going for less than $200. What a scam! So many good phones are out there in the $39-59 range, why are they not included for purchase in these cut-rate cell services?

Interesting thing I just learned about the Xfinity gateway: its router has a second antenna that sets up a public wifi hot spot that has nothing to do with the customer’s OWN wireless access. Anyone with a Comcast account who is nearby, can log on with their own username and password! Such as a neighbor, or any stranger outside within range. There is supposedly a way to turn that off, but some say that Comcast has recently thwarted it. Unlikely that anyone would piggyback off my modem, but if it WERE being used that way, it could certainly slow down my connection! That’s all I need: a neighbor hogging up my line, so my own connection slows down to barely a crawl!

Well, no pups for company tonight. I wish them love and protection, always.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Chuck from Philly is alive and well! Here’s his email that just arrived.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 10:58 AM

Though unfortunately, his right-wing aspects are all aflare.

Subject: catching up
Date: 2021-05-19 08:27
From: Charles Kapinski
To: Zeke Krahlin

Zeke, it was uplifting to hear you on my answering machine.  We don't have Pacific Bell, we have this Verizon shit.  Their accounts are screwy; they won't let me make long distance calls, claiming I "don't have a long distance provider."  I'm on land line & they're trying to make me go digital.  I really hate high tech bullying and this digital shit.  I'm looking for a land line alternative.

The laptop needs a battery and it's been difficult getting computer time at the only plug in option I have, Staples.  Then when I do get ahold of a chance (the only place I can sit with my laptop is at a computer workstation, along comes somebody who wants to use it and I must relinquish the seat.  Hence, I seldom ever cover all my destined bases on internet time.

I don't know why the server is sending stuff back to you, I'm enjoying the video links you've sent me of Flaco & his playmate.  As to my health, such as it is, what I'm suffering from more than anything is a colonic hernia.  But the other stuff went away with plenty of apple juice.  And until they knock it off with this covid shit, I'll wait them out.  I don't want some clinical gestapo trying to force a needle on me.

I have seen so much written about beware of the vaccines, the companies are exempt from liability.
I don't trust them.  So many bars and clubs in lower Bucks County are full and no one is obeying the stupid mask mandate.  Sometimes the waitresses do because their bosses tell them to.

My heart cries for anyone living in greater NYC, LA or SF metro areas having to put up with this limited business hours everything shut down inconvenience.  Being nearly 100 miles off the international busy air traffic ribbon path circling the globe eases things considerably.  They don't fear this horseshit in Montana or Wyoming, or even in the South.

The real truth about this covid nonsense is that 92% of the deaths are in nursing homes and from co-factors, covid's just the last straw.

Biden is a dirty bum with lying eyes.  Traitor Joe.  The dummies who support him overlooked his campaign backers - the drug companies.  He said "I'll lower your drug costs." (now wait a minute, how can he be working for us if he's working for them?).  As soon as he got inaugurated, he canceled Trump's order to big pharma to lower the cost of insulin for diabetics, PROVING what a lying piece of shit he really is.

Anyway, what I need to do is go to a battery store and get one for the laptop so that I can get online sitting in the car.  My friend's kid says there's one at the nearby suburban mall (I hate malls).  I will not buy one online.  In the beginning of this shut-down hoax, I tried that and I had to petition the credit card agency that they sent me a dud.


Further, on a separate note; why don't people see through this bullshit?  Every 20 years the corporate banking people who really run the world lay something heavy on us.

Kennedy's bullets
this covid-19 shit

I can't help but believe it DID'NT come from China, but rather a lab in NYC.  Because in the beginning there was a spike in Italy.  Very little air traffic between China & Italy, much air traffic  between NYC & Italy.

All the little stupid people (geese) at the church where I was volunteering to feed the homeless are getting shot with poison.  Their leader, the wimpy pastor, told them "we can do this".  I told him he was not a leader, but a follower, and presented him with the many points AGAINST the vaccine, especially the fact that the companies are EXEMPT from liability.  It has been making people sick.  School children received contaminated doses.  That was in the news; yet try to find it on a search engine, and you won't.  The web is policed.

I am fed up with this shit.  Constitutionally I have a right to privacy.  I am not obligated to "report" to medical authorities.  This is a feeble attempt on their part to pry into my personal affairs.

As stated above, our bars & restaurants in Bucks don't acknowledge the mask bullshit, as seen in the picture attached (horrible pic of me in the far right circled in red).  Philly is almost as bad as Frisco; no mask, no service.  But it's different in the burbs.  I only know that there is nothing in the air, at least not 75 miles away from any major international airport, something Philly no longer is, thanks to fiscal malfeasance making P-town the next Detroit.

Most locals have enough pride not to let the gov't order them around, but every now and again some cunt will bitch about "social distancing".  ANYone who doesn't realize that to be manipulative bullshit is obviously missing brain cells.

I'm absolutely HORRIFIED by the Chronicle headline I saw at Rosenberg's Deli in your pen testing video about "mask mandates".  California has become a damned police state.  Ouch.  That has to be undone.  I want to see the time come when the Democratic party reverts its priority back from censorship about what's not P.C. to freedom of speech and civil liberties.
Click here for a larger view.

Re: Here is my smartphone that’s SUPPOSED to work with US Mobile:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 11:37 AM

> I know. It’s crazy. If I lost my phone, all I’d be losing would be some photos and some highly inconsequential texts. I regularly download photos onto my computer anyway.

Yes, keeping all your sensitive information off a mobile device is wise. This sense of urgency created by the convenience of a smartphone is akin to a meth head tweaking his brains out!

> My first Android phone cost $39.95, worked great for years.

Of course! The two inexpensive ones I have work just great. Except for some reason, the BLU phone doesn’t save any videos I take…and I still haven’t figured out why.

> Why the fuck would Xfinity want to set up free access to wireless? They wouldn’t do it if there wasn’t some profit motive.

Well, the more hot spots they have, the more likely they can gather additional data for resale. Also, spying on citizens that is probably gov’t backed, and rewarded. Or corporation back…same diff these days. They have an instruction page that shows you how to turn OFF public wifi, which will be one of the first things I’ll do, once the kit is up and running.

> I hope they’re with you SOON.

Yep. On a wing and a prayer.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: “Chuck” from Philly is alive and well! Here’s his email that just arrived.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 11:44 AM

> Inflamed, I’d say. Sheesh.

Seems to me that ANYone with right-wing tendencies suffers some sort of bowel impaction. Or perhaps statistics might reveal that those who are born with (or come down with) such a malady, tend towards a Republican bent. Or, as the paraphrased saying goes:

“With friends like conspiracy nuts, who needs enemas?”

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 1:10 PM

> I’m glad you’re using that leverage on him. Excellent thinking.

He won’t admit it, but I’m his big brother whom he looks up to. Everything shall turn out favorably on all levels…for I have paved the way. Including fending off the beasts in the jungle that is 9666 Market Street, hacking my way through the thick flora in order to establish a sanctuary on behalf of Flaco & Lucky. I feel like gay Tarzan with an Internet connection.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek just walked by a few moments ago, but didn’t stop.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 10:09 PM

I heard some gangsta rap growing louder, so peered out the window…thinking it was probably just another car booming its music. But it wasn’t, it was Deek walking up Market Street on the other side, towards Castro. With the pups on leash, looking darling as ever. But he didn’t pause for so much as a second, or look up at my window…he just kept rollin’ on.

If I only had wings.

Re: Deek just walked by a few moments ago, but didn’t stop.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 20, 2021 8:14 AM

> The lunkhead.

It’s like he’s doing that intentionally..knowing how much I adore the pups. But that should NEVER override his concern for the dogs’ own well-being and safety…which does NOT seem to be high on his list. IT SHOULD BE AT THE VERY TOP!

> If I were a New Age type, I’d say: “But you do have wings!”

But you’re not, and I don’t, so I couldn’t just fly out the window to greet them before they disappear around the corner. Not having wings is a great disadvantage in my current situation, Wattson. I envy Pterry Pterodactyl!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Just picked up my Xfinity installation kit!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 20, 2021 11:33 AM

I’ll be setting it up later today. Here’s the unboxing:

Re: Ebert on “Performance”
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 20, 2021 2:01 PM

> He was sweet on me back when I knew him; I, unfortunately, was only interested in lean, hunky men. Just call me Shallow Wattson.

Well, it’s wonderful you both kept the friendship going. And that’s FAR from “shallow.” He is honored by your fond memories. Anyway:

I got the Xfinity gateway all set up, connected via both ethernet and wifi. But I can’t GO anywhere with it, because I need to register for an online account. Yet it refuses to recognize me! It asks for the last 4 digits of my Social Security number, my date of birth, and my phone number…the exact same info I used to apply for Internet Essentials, which they finally approved.

I first tried to set up my online account three days ago, just to be ahead of the curve. When it refused to recognize me, I posted the problem to Comcast’s Reddit sub. One of their representatives said I need to wait until the kit arrives and I get it set up. WRONG! The first instruction to set up the kit, is to go online and sign in to your account with you ID.

So, today I again tried to create an account (which is when you create your ID), but once more it rejected me. So I reposted the problem to Reddit…waiting for their reply. BUT HERE’S THE OBVIOUS FAUX PAS:

They simply have neglected to add my subscription to the relevant database. Well, I still have my Chronic service until June 5th, so that gives me plenty of time to get it all straightened out. Attached is a pic of my new gateway where the old one used to be.

Click here for a larger view.

It’s more than twice as large, and chunky…like it was built in Russia. The coax cable is just long enough to fit flat between the wall and my work station, so long as I keep a throw rug flung over it. The blinking lights on the gateway are all a muted white, so no more lovely, green blinking dots to lull me to sleep. Curses!

I don’t even know if the cable is active, since the “online” light is not blinking. But that may be because I haven’t set up my account yet. No one’s ever used the outlet, as it’s only been ME living there, since they installed it. I was very angry about that, since I turned down Comcast’s offer to do exactly that, TWICE!. But the person who was building manager then, let them in anyway while I was out, and so the dirty deed was done. Now, almost 25 years later, I’m fukkin GLAD it’s there! Funny how things turn out sometimes.

Meanwhile, I’ve disconnected my Chronic ethernet (using wifi only now), and moved their gateway to another spot. I can’t believe I’ll soon be without my landline! But good riddance, it’s clunky and just adds to the clutter.

Oh, Xfinity just replied with:

Hello again, i-luv-ducks, thank you so much for reaching back out and I’m terribly sorry to hear about the continued login issue you’re having with your account even after receiving your kit! In rare circumstances, situations like this can happen, however, so that I can now take a closer look and see what tools we have on the backend to help remedy this situation ASAP, please send us a Modmail message with your first and last name, along with your physical address. Thanks again for your time and continued patience!

Hopefully, this will get resolved soon. I’ve been jonesing to get out of my life for good. Unfortunately, my username for my online backup service is “” and I can NOT change it, even though I CAN change my email. So they’ll be haunting me for some time to come.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: I’m about ready to get another landline service…this is too much!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 9:41 AM

Yesterday’s post to US Mobile’s Reddit sub says it all, Wattson:


Got an alert of FedEx delivery, but there’s nothing!

Four minutes ago I got an email that my US Mobile starter kit has just been delivered by FedEx. So I went downstairs to my apt. building’s lobby, to find NOTHING. Checked my mailbox: NOTHING. And it’s also the SECOND time I ordered the kit via USPS, and it was delivered by FedEx anyway, both times. (First time around I ordered the Super LTE whatever, single SIM. Because I was under the impression via this sub, that the ONLY starter kit came with TWO SIMS, not one…and when you order online, they pretty much look the same. So I made a mistake, no big deal, only a few bucks lost. So I ordered again, this time making SURE it was the 2-SIM kit.

I hate FedEx, never use them any more after SO many failed deliveries; haven’t used them for years. For some reason, they claim “delivered,” but just walk away with the package. I think it has to do with laziness, and some workers not bothering with large apt. buildings.

I was PLEASED that US Mobile is supposed to use USPS, but this is certainly NOT the case. I would never have ORDERED from them in the first place, if I KNEW they use FedEx. Jeez!

My landline of many years is set to shut down on June 5th, so I’m kinda pressed for time.


So i looked around again for an Obama cell phone deal, and decided to subscribe to the one service that was the LEAST crappy (though still crappy enough), Lifeline Wireless. FREE phone, and unlimited talk and text, 6GB data for CA residents. But after inputting my email address and zip code, they responded with:

“We are currently not accepting online orders for your residential area.”

Now what? I’m avoiding going back to AT&T like the plague. So here’s another service providing a landline by using a special modem that you can plug your old-timey phone into:

The modem piggybacks on cell carriers in your area, and claims to be very reliable. You pay $20/month for their service, plus an initial $99 for the modem, which simply plugs into a standard outlet. If you pay $180 annually, it averages out to $15/month…but I prefer to pay monthly. And since my Xfinity Internet service is so cheap (or even free) I’m still saving a wad of money, compared to’s ISP/phone package.

However, there seems to be a problem signing up for EBB (Emergency Broadband Benefit), as their application page doesn’t seem to be functioning properly. This is according to one person’s complaint on the Xfinity Reddit sub. Just one screw-up after another! Getting a new phone service, whether cell or landline, should NEVER be such a headache.

I MAY need you help, financially, of $100-150 to pull me through, if I decide to go for that cell-service-based landline. Which I can easily pay back next month, or break it down to two months’ reimbursement. My Facebook account is set up for money exchanges.

Then there’s still the problem with Comcast not letting me register for an online account. And, since the cable outlet has NEVER been used, may require a worker to come out to activate it. So this COULD go on for quite awhile.

Can you imagine if I’m without either an Internet connection OR a phone at the same time? Well, I’ve broken out my old wifi extender, to piggyback on the public wifi from either of the two eateries below my hovel, just in case. I need to get their passwords, though, so I’ll have to order something cheap from each place, and sit at an outdoor table for a few minutes to get that accomplished.

At any rate, I need to figure out something fast, regarding a new phone service. It sucks, but I’ll get through it.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Catching up on the MCN lists with five recent posts.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: May 21, 2021 10:22 AM

You may be aware (or not) of my participation in the “Mendocino Community Network” (MCN) listserv since March of 2017. Which county (and town by the same name, “Mendocino”) is 154 miles north of San Francisco, where I live. Why did I even get involved if I’m not part of their world? Mainly because I have a very good friend who has made that her home for decades, and who invited me to join. And since membership is free to anyone in the world, I figured “why not?” But also because another who lives up there is a radio host who’s read MANY of my tales, and invited me call in on a regular basis. That is not the case any more, for reasons I don’t understand; he just abruptly halted the association. Be that as it may, I’ve gotten entangled in their local intrigue (albeit willingly)…as well as become a target of a cabal of Republican homophobes who just ABHOR my participation. One of whom is an outright NAZI, who brags about that 24/7 on MCN’s discussion list (one of two lists I’m active on; the other is the announcement list). And, disgustingly enough, most subscribers look the other way, while some even prefer to join in his bullying against yours truly!

I have already dedicated TWO chapters of my Brindlekin trilogy to the MCN listserv, which are: “Checkmate, Mr. Kuzlowski” (chapter 14 of book 1) and “zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT” (chapter 6 of book 2). As well as inserted further posts from that venue, now and then in other chapters. And which I’m doing again right now, via the following comments which pretty much speak for themselves.

–begin comments:

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- – Garage Door Company
Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 15:44:17 -0700
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Sun, 16 May 2021 15:30:01 -0700 Jared BOOGALOO Fisher squoinked:

> What’s really sad is when you read his self-assessment of his own writing. Here’s what he had to say:
> “After all, who wants to read about an old queer living in a crumbling single room and on Social Security disability for decades, composing one failed story after another, daydreaming at the senile age of seventy that he’s still ‘gonna make it after all’ (to quote from the Mary Tyler Moore Show’s theme song), and his vagrant friend’s two silly dogs?”

It’s called self-deprecating humor, Mr. Filcher, and is actually a sarcastic slap at fools who perceive the poor and the downtrodden as pariah, instead of as the human beings they are, and thus deserving of equal rights and the same opportunities as the smug affluent. Which is but one of the MANY lessons I teach in my tales, through humor, adventure, tragedy, cliff-hanging scenes, and inspiring words. Regardless of your pulling that quote out of context, and smearing it
with a hateful diatribe, I see you are up to chapter 15 of Book 1, wherein that passage resides. You are in for quite a rewarding ride, as you progress to later chapters. Glad you find my writing intriguing enough to even mention in this small-town, backwater list. Woo-hoo!

Re: [MCN-Announce]- [MCN-Discussion]- Even if you think discussing aliens is ridiculous, just hear me out.
Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 15:54:32 -0700
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Sun, 16 May 2021 15:30:40 -0700 spike BOOGALOO dewars squoinked:

> Just those who don’t think that having a “non urban, non Republican” relationship with negro boys over 30 years your junior is just a normal form of relationship and sexual preference that we are all to admire.

Your homophobia and racism are off the chart, Mr. Psychobitch. None of what you say about me is true, not even in the least. It only exposes your psychosis to the world at large, and how badly you need help, and maybe even locked up for the rest of your life. BTW, what’s this about your previous claims you’ve blocked me, and will never read, or respond to, any of my posts any more? You’re certainly not a man of your word…like every other Nazi in the world. In fact, I wouldn’t even call you a “man.” You have to EARN that, but you have such a long way to go, the universe will probably implode into the next Big Bang before you even get there. Truth is, you’ve NEVER stopped reading my posts, because you’re OBSESSED. And why are you obsessed? ‘Cause you’re a pathetic closet case…so deep in the closet, in fact, as to need a geolocation device and a bug-out pack to find your way out.

Subject: [MCN-Discussion]- Brindlekin Tales (was “60 Minutes 2nd Story Content Sunday”)
Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 17:33:50 -0700
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Mon, 17 May 2021 00:38:49 +0000 Alvin Hock posted:

> Why, that’s easy. It’s the one that signs him up!

Of course, BUT…

…it is the public domain status I refuse to give up, that makes them hesitate. However, I believe so firmly in the messages of my tales, that it is important to keep them out there for anyone to read, entirely free of any monetary cost. But so many folks will come to love Brindlekin Tales, they’ll eagerly PAY for a beautiful, bound edition embellished with fairy-tale style illustrations and book cover. I will maintain full rights over my own writing, but books with added images will NOT be mine, but that of the publisher, in conjunction with whatever artist or artists they employ. Each of whom will get a percentage of the royalties, including myself.

Then there is my growing collection of related videos that are a whole ‘nother ball of publishing wax! Both my tales and filmography unravel a profound story of the struggle of one’s soul to do the right thing, and liberate oneself from unworthy desires, goals and intentions. There is profound tragedy and profound joy in these tales, riddled with cliffhangers that will make it impossible to stop reading until you get to the very end (which I have yet to reach, myself). And it is the beautiful spirit of two, innocent little pups who create such extraordinary changes. How they become the mascots of the Castro–and then all of San Francisco–and how this motivates my homeless friend (and keeper of the pups) to become a better person, and how it does the SAME for many residents here in the Castro and beyond…will touch MANY hearts, and spread the goodness of these brindle mutts across the planet. Via not just my blog entries and Youtube videos, but by books, magazine and newspaper articles, interviews, lecture tours, animated films, and so on.

And since my tales are already in the public domain, anyone is free to create their own versions, reproducing them in whatever art form they choose. A small percentage of any profit they make, will go to yours truly…say, one or two percent, but never more than that. There are different kinds of public domain arrangements. In my case anyone is free to distribute my works in any form whatsoever, so long as they remain intact (in whole or in part) , with credit to the author…and they are released or displayed for NO profit whatsoever (just enough to cover costs of replication). Should they WANT to make a profit, then that’s where the one or two percent for “moi” comes in.

That’s it in a nutshell…or maybe I should say, “in a dog’s wag.”

Subject: [MCN-discussion]- Brindlekin Tales (was “60 Minutes 2nd Story Content Sunday”)
Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 17:48:27 -0700
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Sun, 16 May 2021 17:53:12 -0700 spike BOOGALOO dewars squoinked:

> Well, if he/they think he’s “that good a writer”, I have yet to see any evidence from what he has posted here.

Nonsense. I composed a whole STRING of posts to you, that are now an entire chapter in the Brindlekin trilogy. During which time you accused me of “stalking” you…when in reality, I merely used that as an opportunity to express my own philosophy about life, including some very humorous passages. That string of posts includes chess-like metaphors from an imaginary board game I made up, called “Battle of the Bodhisattvas.” That would be chapter 14 of book 1.

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- Maddow’s Sane Plea for ‘Compassion’ on Mask Wearing
Date: Fri, 21 May 2021 10:07 AM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Wed, 19 May 2021 19:45:01 -0700 spike BOOGALOO dewars squoinked:

> Ah ! So you’re a Prophet ! Whose words of wisdom and enlightenment shall change all of mankind and it will be translated in all languages and spread throughout the globe as your enlightenment “vastly improve MILLIONS of lives across the planet “. So, essentially you’re a 21st Century Messiah ? Are you to be addressed as Your Assholieness ? Your Sickness ? How are we to address you, oh Prophet ?

Try excluding a space between the end of your sentences and the punctuation mark, you Nazi Nimrod. I am no more a “prophet” than any other author through literary history, who has inspired millions. They are not THAT rare. They may rightly be called prophets, if you so choose that label. The gift of prophecy is common among accomplished artists in any medium. My tales have already inspired many, in the recent past, and have been translated into other languages. To give LGBTs from severely oppressive nations, hope for a better future. My writings have even been translated in such places as Tibet, Saudi Arabia, Japan, Russia, China, India and Malaysia, for examples. My Brindlekin Tales trilogy is just building on that. Had I turned this into a profitable venture, financially, NONE of that would have happened. All my works are public domain the moment they are released online…I give my stories freely.

–end comments

Subject: Deek just dropped by, guess what he asked for?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 4:02 PM

An advancement on his allowance, of course. I just said, again, “Nope, not till Sunday.” This was from my window. He just walked away after hearing that, so I decided to step out and speak with him. He was by the bus stop with the pooches, whom I kindly greeted. I then explained to him:

“This is a very bad month for me, financially, no point in explaining the details because you wouldn’t understand.”

He was by then seated beneath the overhang, where another, older, white-bearded homeless person was also present…a friendly, harmless type. Deek just ranted on (though in a calm voice, I should note) while I further pet the dogs:

“Well, I’ll just have to hide from someone I owe money, and it’ll be right around your building. For two days, until I get the money. Probably with lots of other people around me, and we don’t care if we make a lotta noise.”

So I retorted (also in sotto voce):

“I’ll just have to call the cops on you. Anyway, keep your fake drama to yourself, please. Stop making up problems, then blaming them on me.”

The friendly vagrant smiled kindly at me (who was also, BTW, smartly dressed in a herringbone suit and a yellow-striped, white shirt; he was portly, and looked like Santa Claus) as I went back and forth to give the pups more hugs on an equal share. Lucky was atop the shopping cart with a cushy blanket to rest on, while Flaco was leashed and standing about. According to Deek, she never likes riding in the cart. That little lady really has a mind of her own.

I noticed that Santa’s grin grew broader when I chastised Deek about his needless drama…he seemed to get where I’m coming from, and approved of my tactic. Better yet:

Besides never raising his voice or speaking in an angry tone, he thanked me several times for all my help. It’s as if, as my bodhisattva, he’s testing my willpower. Which meant that, my caving in to his demands would’ve been the worst thing to do. I also observed how well situated Lucky was, with that comfortable padding in the cart. Both dogs appeared healthy and quite content. Another happy observation:

Deek has been showing up much neater than ever these days, including a tidy cart, and not carrying any trash, or leaving it strewn around! Well, I returned hovel and, a few minutes later, peered out the window to see if he were still by the bus stop. Nope, he wasn’t. So then I stepped into the hallway and looked out the window next to Moe’s corner apartment, to see if Deek and pups were now parked behind my building (like he threatened). Nope, they were not.

So, overall, I see vast improvements in his behavior, which seem to have started a few weeks back.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: This is so sad!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 8:00 PM

Deek returned to pick up his speaker and cell phones. The pups were on a leash each, but as I approached them, Flaco fled from Deek’s hand, ran right up to the font gate and furiously began scratching on it, and jumping up and down. Her happiness was boundless at the very idea of visiting me again! But Deek called to her, she ignored him and kept dancing by the gate. So I came up to her, said, “I’m sorry,” and escorted her back to Deek. I then said,

“How about letting them stay with me tonight, give them a break from the cold? They’ve been outside many days.”

“Naw,” he said, “I take good care of them; they don’t need to stay inside.”

I felt SO sorry for Flaco, for dashing her hopes like this. And Lucky. Deek said, “I get lonely at night without them.”

“I understand,” I replied, “but it’s important to give them breaks from the cold, damp weather, and they just LOVE visiting!”

He shrugged his shoulders: “Don’t worry, I keep them warm.”

I pet the pups some more, Lucky began playfully biting on my sleeve, up and down like a barber’s electric razor…but Deek told him to stop it. I said that’s just the way he plays, and says how much he likes me!

“Not my dogs,” he retorted.

At that point, I pet the doggies a bit more, said I’m really sorry to them both, and returned hovel. He’s now outside by the bus stop, hangin’ out. So near and yet so far! He’s got that very louder Bluetooth speaker and a fully charge cell phone with rap music…I sure hope he doesn’t intend to start a ruckus.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: This is so sad!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 8:22 PM

No, he left. Started to get me worried, though, as he WAS diddling with the speaker for a few minutes. I heard it “beep-boop” on, and a bit of rap playing, but only for a few seconds.

He had given me two small battery packs to recharge, but one of them had a bad USB connection, as it was too loose and the cord wouldn’t stay plugged in. Looked to me like the tiny metal female connection inside the device had snapped off, because there wasn’t any sign of it. So I decided this is the perfect excuse to step out once again, returning the battery after showing him what’s wrong with it.

By the time I arrived at his spot, he was already up and pushing the cart…probably thinking I was gonna reprimand him for turning the speaker on. I stopped him, said “Look at this,” showed him how the plug wouldn’t join. “Do you want me to throw it out?” I asked. He replied, “No,” took it and walked off with the speaker now booming rap songs, and the little doggies in tow, with Flaco glancing back with longing, until I disappeared behind the gate.

It doesn’t feel to me like he’s gonna keep that up; I mean, not having the pooches stay with me. He’s very calm lately, and it’s not simply repressed anger. He’s thinking some things through. I’m glad I stepped out a second time…there was something about it that was good, though I can’t put my finger on it.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: This is so sad!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 10:31 PM

> Jerk.

Yep, he’s a monster. He wants the dogs for companionship, to keep from feeling lonely at night…but doesn’t think about their well-being. Forcing them to remain out in the cold, damp air EVERY FRIGGIN NIGHT, while claiming he takes good care of them. He’s not reachable. Neither the police nor Animal Control will step in unless it’s a truly horrific case of abuse and violence. The pups will die from prolonged hypothermia, then he’ll turn around and blame ME. “You jinxed me!” will be his cop-out. He’s done it before. However:

According to my Bodhisattva Premise, the greatest (and final) test is to manifest a crisis in my world, that appears to be totally hopeless, no solution conceivable, with tragedy the only perceivable outcome. MY responsibility is to learn to stay centered, and rest in faith. IOW: I need not advise Deek about taking better care of the mutts anymore, nor wallow in anger or grief over the present, ugly circumstance. Not that “failing” to do so would lead to a terrible finale, for the pups will nonetheless be fine. I believe I’ve pretty much accomplished the “right thinking” shtick, not obsessing over worst-case-scenario possibilities. But that Kismet seems to be determined to show me the remarkable results that will come of my forbearance and kindness…including training my own mind to stay in absolute balance.

Deek is so good at pressing my buttons, knows EXACTLY what to say to irk me the most. And keeps inventing NEW false accusations just to rub the salt further into my wounds. If he were truly crazy, he wouldn’t be reacting so calmly in his horrid allegations. Which also gives clue to a deeper strategy, one that has to do with my own personal growth. And this is a RECENT change in his behavior…as if his work is almost done, indicated by ceasing the temper tantrums that went on for many months, almost two years in fact, that is: since he acquired the first pooch, Lucky.

I have always sought to be the best I could ever be, so what else should I expect, but some sort of ultimate challenge? My Comcast and smartphone frustrations simply serve to push the envelope a bit further. It will all resolve in my favor. Look at all the other crap I’ve been through these past several months, and how I’ve come out of each crisis smelling like a rose!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Looks like 208 is finally moving out…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 22, 2021 11:11 AM

…or at least, it sure looks like it. Friendly, chirpy men and women have been stepping in and out of their apartment for the past half hour or so, lugging furniture, boxes etc. down the stairs and into a U-Haul truck out front. No sign of Myrtle or son, though…who have been nigh invisible the past few weeks. They are active members of the Yoonitarian Yooniversalist Church, so I presume this gaggle of movers are from said cult, assisting their departure. Fast and efficient though; they’re already gone, U-Haul truck just pulled away! Maybe Adisa is living in a drug rehab center for awhile. Better there than here! Those belligerent creeps weren’t his friends, they were sucking him into a cabal of punks, with peer pressure and (possibly) methamphetamine. And I was the one to put a stop to it. Shame on the building manager for siding with them; wonder what HE got out of it. “They’re just teenagers, what do you expect,” my ass!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Smartphone Update
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 22, 2021 1:02 PM

Not so angst-ridden now, since I’ve learned more about smartphone service and SIM cards. I already have two phones: the LTE Rebel 3 (Android 7), and the BLU Advance s50 (Android 9). The first one is locked into Tracfone, so in a pinch I can run over to Walgreens and get a SIM for $20, which will last me for one month…unlimited calls and text, plus 1GB data. The second phone is unlocked, and SHOULD work with US Mobile, with the OTHER SIM card that I’m still waiting on. If the BLU fails me, then I go Tracfone immediately, for a month or so, just to buy some time to figure out what to do next. That way, I can maintain telephone access, which I’ll sorely need in the likely event I’ll have to deal with Comcast.

Learning curve accomplished.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Comcast is charging $125 for signing up for the EBB, w/o telling you, and wants it the same day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 22, 2021 4:18 PM

> Christ.

So no one on Comcast Reddit has given me any help with my gateway not connecting. They say they’ll look into it, but they never get back. This has happened TWICE so far. So it looks like I’ll have to waste a lot of time on the phone starting Monday, to TRY to get this straightened out. Not many days of Chronic phone service left!


I have a genuine Tracfone device that checks out as works with their service…they even have that same model for sale. So I went to Walgreens, got a Tracfone SIM for $10, and spent $25 more for one month’s service (unlimited text and calling, plus 2GB data). Created an account with them online, went through the simple setup…everything fine with keying in my PIN on the card for a month’s use. Then I selected “activate” on my account, which then told me to dial a number, and if the screen freezes, restart the phone and try again. However, my phone says INVALID SIM CARD. So now I have an account that shows me set up for a month of unlimited service, but it’s WORTHLESS. So I searched the web for what to do about this, only to discover many Tracfone customers with the SAME PROBLEM, often after they’ve been using their phone for awhile, with no issues at all. Such as:

The SIM card and month subscription are NOT refundable, BTW.

So there ya go, Wattson! Another day in hell.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Let ‘er rip!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 22, 2021 11:35 PM

I decided not to spare Chuck from my wrath.

——– Original Message ——–

Subject: Re: catching up
Date: 2021-05-22 23:29
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: Chuck Kapinski

On 2021-05-19 08:27, Chuck wrote:

Zeke, it was uplifting to hear you on my answering machine. We don’t have Pacific Bell, we have this Verizon shit. Their accounts are screwy; they won’t let me make long distance calls, claiming I “don’t have a long distance provider.” I’m on land line & they’re trying to make me go digital. I really hate high tech bullying and this digital shit. I’m looking for a land line alternative.

I was using AT&T’s landline basic service for years, and they didn’t include LD. So I joined a service called OneSuite, which charges only a penny a minute for LD calls. They’re very good, I used them for almost a decade, never a problem. But you need to register online. Because you recharge payments online, through your bank account. You dial one of their local numbers for your area, then you dial the person you want to reach.

The laptop needs a battery and it’s been difficult getting computer time at the only plug in option I have, Staples. Then when I do get ahold of a chance (the only place I can sit with my laptop is at a computer workstation, along comes somebody who wants to use it and I must relinquish the seat. Hence, I seldom ever cover all my destined bases on internet time.

That’s frustrating.

I don’t know why the server is sending stuff back to you, I’m enjoying the video links you’ve sent me of Flaco & his playmate.

It started sending back all my recent emails to you, one by one, for around a two-week period. It is probably a glitch, because it seems to have stopped.

As to my health, such as it is, what I’m suffering from more than anything is a colonic hernia.

Sorry to hear about your hernia, any problems in the stomach or just below it can be MOST uncomfortable and painful, even if not serious. DON’T shovel snow any more, or push a lawnmower around…which overexertion may have caused the problem in the first place. Even if that wasn’t the cause, you can exacerbate it by such strenuous chores. I got sciatica from using a wheelbarrow that I foolishly overloaded back and forth, back and forth. This was when I was doing volunteer work for the Habitat Restoration Project for the GG Park Recreation network. And I know that some hernias are caused by physical trauma.

But the other stuff went away with plenty of apple juice. And until they knock it off with this covid shit, I’ll wait them out. I don’t want some clinical gestapo trying to force a needle on me.

You’re way off the rails on this one, Chuck, just like my brother. It’s part of the Republican hate cult empowered by our former president. Who was far worse than Biden is, or will ever be. ANYthing coming out of the GOP is diabolically frightful, and makes the Dems look like kittens. But it looks like you’ve gone WAY too far down that rabbit hole, for salvation to ever be possible, at this point. Just like my wack-a-loony brother.

You are NOT the Chuck I used to know, not by any stretch of the imagination. I guess your reuniting with old high school friends in Philly caused a sort of peer pressure effect, in that they all became Republicans and Jebus worshippers. If you can’t lick ’em join ’em, eh? When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

You are wrong about every claim you made in your email, but I’m not gonna bother picking it all apart, because you seem to be pretty much under the enemies’ influence at this point.

I have seen so much written about beware of the vaccines, the companies are exempt from liability.

Yeah, mountains of trash passed off as legitimate journalism. Nothing new about that, except the Internet has made such deceptive (and sometimes dangerous) twaddle more prolific and widespread, thus sucking more people in to become conspiracy fools. Like yourself, so it seems.

I don’t trust them. So many bars and clubs in lower Bucks County are full and no one is obeying the stupid mask mandate.

Sounds like a lotta dumb people in your neck of the woods! But they’re everywhere, San Franshitsco no exception. It’s the American thing, dontcha know.

Sometimes the waitresses do because their bosses tell them to.

Good for their bosses.

My heart cries for anyone living in greater NYC, LA or SF metro areas having to put up with this limited business hours everything shut down inconvenience.

Oh, please, doesn’t sound very much like it’s coming from your heart, Chuck. Perhaps you are confusing your heart for an organ much lower down?

They don’t fear this horseshit in Montana or Wyoming, or even in the South.

When it comes to hicks, hillbillies and yahoos, their lack of fear highly correlates with a lack of education. “My people perish for lack of knowledge.” – Hosea 4:6

The real truth about this covid nonsense is that 92% of the deaths are in nursing homes and from co-factors, covid’s just the last straw.

The REAL truth? I’m impressed at what a wealth of truth and knowledge you’ve become! Just amazing. See:

Biden is a dirty bum with lying eyes.

And yet Trump is so much worse. Where’s your outrage towards THAT dumb old fart? Who is personally responsible for turning this pandemic into a nightmare, and loss of many good souls.

Further, on a separate note; why don’t people see through this bullshit?

I know, right? I don’t get it either, Chuck, when the world has YOU to set them in the right direction. I’ll put the word out…starting with Fox TV.

Every 20 years the corporate banking people who really run the world lay something heavy on us.

Kennedy’s bullets
this covid-19 shit

INCREDIBLE! You, of all people, have it ALL figured out! I guess that’s what happens when you read so many anti-Jew conspiracy theories, truth just oozes out your pores like sweat on a hot, August day!

I can’t help but believe it DID’NT come from China, but rather a lab in NYC. Because in the beginning there was a spike in Italy. Very little air traffic between China & Italy, much air traffic between NYC & Italy.

Wow, you are WISE.

All the little stupid people (geese) at the church where I was volunteering to feed the homeless are getting shot with poison.

Well, I’m getting my SECOND shot of poison three days from now. Guess I’m just a stupid little goose myself. A stupid little goose who’d prefer to remain in good health and ALIVE, that is! Honk, honk!

Their leader, the wimpy pastor, told them “we can do this”. I told him he was not a leader, but a follower, and presented him with the many points AGAINST the vaccine, especially the fact that the companies are EXEMPT from liability.

I’m sure you’ve rocked his world, Chuck, with your astounding wisdom and insight on the COVID-19 matter. Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if he invited you to give a sermon, yourself. Your 15 minutes of fame is coming up, get ready…maybe by pasting a toothbrush mustache above your lips!

It has been making people sick. School children received contaminated doses. That was in the news; yet try to find it on a search engine, and you won’t. The web is policed.

What news? Where? Gimme the scoop, Chuck.

I am fed up with this shit.

Yes, yes you are, I can see that. I’m so proud of you.

Constitutionally I have a right to privacy.

Constitutionally, our rights fly out the window in times of dire crises such as plagues, war and UFO invasions by reptilian homosexual overlords!

I am not obligated to “report” to medical authorities. This is a feeble attempt on their part to pry into my personal affairs.

Or maybe it has something to do with protecting citizens’ lives from a horrific virus that easily spreads, especially by maskless fools like yourself. Just sayin’.

As stated above, our bars & restaurants in Bucks don’t acknowledge the mask bullshit, as seen in the picture attached (horrible pic of me in the far right circled in red). Philly is almost as bad as Frisco; no mask, no service. But it’s different in the burbs. I only know that there is nothing in the air, at least not 75 miles away from any major international airport, something Philly no longer is, thanks to fiscal malfeasance making P-town the next Detroit.

Yes! You know EVERYTHING, Chuck! I am truly gobsmacked.

Most locals have enough pride not to let the gov’t order them around, but every now and again some cunt will bitch about “social distancing”. ANYone who doesn’t realize that to be manipulative bullshit is obviously missing brain cells.

Right, you know all about missing brain cells, I’m sure. Calling a woman a “cunt” because she cares about people is simply BRILLIANT!

I’m absolutely HORRIFIED by the Chronicle headline I saw at Rosenberg’s Deli in your pen testing video about “mask mandates”.

Me, too, Chuck. The NERVE of any gov’t entity attempting to preserve the health and lives of its people. Mercy!

California has become a damned police state. Ouch. That has to be undone. I want to see the time come when the Democratic party reverts its priority back from censorship about what’s not P.C. to freedom of speech and civil liberties.

Yes, because the Republican Party is SO way ahead of the curve when it comes to freedom, equality and democratic values. How could it have taken so long till now, to finally see the light? Philly should hold a grand parade in your honor! I’ll send a letter right off to the mayor, suggesting just that. It’s the LEAST I could do for all your unsung heroism in the line of fire.

Hey, that image you attached, of anti-vaxxers hanging a large sign over a bridge, is pretty cool. But I think this one is better:

Click here for a larger view.
  • Zeke

P.S.: Imagine if we were living together back there in Philly: we’d have built a wall to keep the other out, by now!

The Final Chapter (part 8)

May 12, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17h]

Subject: DONE! I’m getting Comcast’s “Internet Essentials” very soon!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 5, 2021 5:10 PM

I applied via telephone, everything went smoothly. They will ask me to send a pic of my Medi-Cal card via email, is all I’ll need to do to complete the process. This will occur in 4-6 business days when they officially approve my application. You will have to give them your social security number, BTW.

If you get the same service for your friend, I strongly recommend investing in a VPN, as Comcast would otherwise stalk your online activities 24/7, and sell your browsing habits to third party companies…and god knows what else they’ll do. At any rate, it’s best to use a VPN no matter what, to protect yourself from attacks by right-wing morons who can find out a lot about you, if they know your IP number. I use Private Internet Access (PIA), which is quite affordable. But there are other excellent VPNs out there. I can send you a recommended list of them, if you’d like.

With Comcast’s Internet Essentials, you can opt for a laptop for an extra fee of $150. Either a Chromebook or a Dell Latitude. They are refurbished, which I think is a plus. But their RAM and storage are only 4GB and 64GB respectively…which is fine for your average user. however, you can easily upgrade both, on your own. I advise the Dell system over Chromebook. For the price, both are a very good deal. Look up “dell latitude 3190” on Youtube to learn more about it, including adding new RAM and storage space…which you can order online. I can help you with that.

I am getting their kit to install myself, though installation service IS free. So if I have any problems, I can make arrangements at no cost.

NOTE: If you want one of those notebooks, and you apply via phone, they don’t even ask about that. So make sure you tell them early on. Though that option may be offered in the final application step; I’ll just have to wait and find out. I don’t want it, but your friend might.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Here’s Comcast’s Offer for the Low Income
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 5, 2021 5:22 PM

I posted a query on Reddit’s official Comcast sub. Read the reply by CCBrieD “Community Specialist.” (Being on Medicaid makes me definitely eligible, and I can sign up online with my Medicaid number…so, really easy!)

I’ll just use a VPN all the time, so my IP number will never be exposed, and Comcast won’t be able to spy on all my activities. A lot of homophobes out there in cyberspace, including huge companies! They can make false accusations to my ISP and screw me over. Also, knowing someone’s IP number will reveal your exact location. Who needs to be so naked on a global network? And I DEFINITELY won’t use Comcast email when posting to the MCN lists! They can dig out your real IP number via the code buried in your email.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Here’s Comcast’s Offer for the Low Income
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 6:16 PM

> This is fantastically useful info as I try to keep Van’s penniless widow connected. Many thanks!

Let’s hope that Comcast is in her area, then. She is VERY lucky to have you as a friend and guardian.

Just saw Deek tonight: now the nut job’s accusing me of letting Flaco get pregnant, blah blah blah. It’s just another pseudopregnancy, which is common in unspayed dogs. He showed me she’s lactating a little, and said so many of his friends told him she’s definitely pregnant, blah blah blah. Said a whole bunch of other accusatory things…but, surprisingly, he kept it all toned down. I had no trouble confronting his BS, an he did NOT fly off the handle.

What he’s doing now (my analysis) is scapegoating me for some of his wrongs, because he can’t accept ALL of them, all at once…which I perfectly understand. I told him he needs to grow up REALLY fast, and he will. Not gonna bother giving you another blow-by-blow as, frankly, it’s boring. Of course, he took the pups for the night. When I told him I’m going to bed, and don’t wanna stand here listening to his crap, he just said “okay,” and left.

Well, THAT’S an improvement!

Oh, and another thing that just occurred to me re. my Internet use. This building has MANY workers throughout the year who have access to everyone’s place, including our daily maintenance worker, Jorge. Sometimes when I get hovel, I find an object (such as a chair, pair of glasses or a cup) in a spot where I didn’t think I put it…and write if off to old age. Though I’m VERY fastidious about where I put every single little thing. Now, I’m wondering if something else is going on. A few months back, one day I found my door unlocked upon returning; I presume because our manager neglected to secure it after the exterminator departed.

I step out for 2-3 hours every day, for my power walk. It never occurred to me to screen lock my system with a password, so I’d just leave it on when I step out. But as of a few days ago, I’ve set it to lock within 8 minutes, even if I forget to hit Win-L. So maybe I WILL install a motion activated camera in my room. However, my laptop doesn’t have Bluetooth, and the dongles I’ve tried don’t work at all. My tablet’s Bluetooth is flaky, but it would make a GREAT spy cam, ’cause it could just sit right there on my table and record without any intruder being aware.

I will apply for Comcast service first thing tomorrow, since Chronic is NOT gonna charge me an early termination fee. I tried applying online a short while ago, but when I get to the part of the form where it identifies my building, then asks me to select a unit number, the drop-down list only shows 5 units, and mine isn’t one of them! And this is a 30+ unit building! You can’t just type in your apt. number, there is only that stupid drop-down list. So I’ll have to sign up via phone.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: They’re appetites were suddently voracious!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 7:01 PM

Around an hour ago, I finally took them out for a walk…well, they took ME out, as they both hopped off the cot to let me know it was time to step outside. They had been resting in doggie bliss all the while, till then! So we three strolled up Noe Street to Morey’s shop, then back again. A few passersby admired them, including that construction worker from two months back, to my surprise. Alas, they DID NOT POOP!

Oh, well. Soon as we returned hovel, Flaco started yapping at me, with a most insistent expression on her sweet doggy face. Turns out she was demanding a meal, because soon as I brought out the kibble, she and Lucky started to dance around my legs. They couldn’t have made it any clearer that their appetite was back, if they could speak human. Hopefully, Deek will not return tonight. Dare I say “ever?”

I do hope that woman who chastised him today, about forcing two little doggies to live on the streets, is sinking in. I can’t do this all myself! Hearing it from others is just the ticket! What did I say to Moe about community involvement? Though I’d much prefer a kinder way to address the issue, such as some residents offering the pups haven, and a backyard to run about. And maybe even, a nice room for Deek. But who could put up with his rude antics?

Subject: The stimulus check and tax returns may have something to do with it…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 9:23 AM

…regarding Chronic’s attack. News reports are coming in about thousands of people being scared into coughing up moolah by fake collection agencies and other scammers. Since these crooks know everyone has extra cash to throw around, at this time.

Here’s today’s Deek video I call “Back Again so Soon?” 9 minutes long, and shot with the video pen:

Re: This is not my day (or week)!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 10:18 AM

> Yes, for saying you’re gay, and also because you don’t suffer fools.

Our backsliding as a “civilized” people under Trump, hasn’t helped any.

> Actually, there were animals involved–a sweet elderly dog and a cat….and neither came to a good end.

That is a heartbreak.

> But yes, I agree the Deek situation is worse. I just wanted to express that I understand too well the sting of ingratitude and the unclean feeling of being crudely insulted in the bargain.

It’s a monstrosity…makes you wanna crawl into a hole and die. Meanwhile: the morning brew from Rosenberg’s is delicious as usual (the young clerk who’s there in the morning is always cheerful), the birds are chirping in the leafy tree by my window, and it’s peaceful outside. Always be and do your best, no matter what.

I have gained comfort from that sweet old woman who remarked that I handled my confrontation with Deek very well. BTW, Chronic is not charging me for early termination. So things are already on the upswing there. And I’ll bet my left arm that Deek will make excellent breakthroughs, very soon. I’ve started using a gentle manner on him, since all my criticisms appear to have finally sunk in. His wounds are now wide open, so it’s time to cease berating him. I think it really helped to tell him I might soon be carted off to prison because of false accusations by my ISP, though I added that, while possible, is unlikely to happen. Just returning the drama back at him, to make him ponder over my friendship, and how he’d feel if I suddenly disappeared. As for Adisa:

We’ve passed each other a few times in the past week, both in the hallway and on the stairs. He’s wearing his mask properly, and no longer projects ANY animosity, even in close proximity. In fact, I sense respect coming from him…and, most likely, embarrassment over his behavior. I have really rocked a lot of people these days.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: This is not my day (or week)!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 11:42 AM

> Good strategy.

May as well make the most of a stupid situation. Society conditions us to obsess over worst-case scenarios. It’s a trap we need to learn to avoid…part of my Bodhisattva Premise. Channeling negatives into positives; and there’s ALWAYS a way. When you befriend a “troubled” person (and most people ARE that), they will try to suck you into the trap, though not necessarily conscious of that.

> Excellent work!!!

Thanks! I think I’ve gotten extremely good at it, so I can’t really say all this BS flung my way over the past several months is a bad thing. For it accelerated my growth, as a homo…I mean, “homo sapiens.”

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek just dropped off the pups again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 3:04 PM

He was a bit flustered, claiming they wouldn’t eat or drink, so maybe I’d have better luck with them. He also ranted on about some lady in a car threatening to call the SPCA on him, because he didn’t seem to be taking good care of them. Video coming up on that, recorded via the pen. Seems to me that either Kismet is setting things up so I can have the pooches visit more often, or that Deek as my bodhisattva is following the script, that I become the hero of my world. They actually came by about an hour ago, but I was waiting for this latest Flaco video to finish uploading, ’cause I know you’ll enjoy it; just 1.5 minutes:

Re: Deek just dropped off the pups again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 3:48 PM

> Betcha they’re eating and drinking just fine now!!

Nope, not the least bit hungry, and it’s now 4 PM. Though they HAVE been drinking water. They just wanna relax, get away from the crazy streets and Deek’s hyper-drama. But they sure are patient and loving to him, just the same. They’re fuckin’ amazing!

> Flaco unbearably cute. Innocent and wise all at once.

That’s my little lady! They don’t come any sweeter. Another box-digging video coming up later today.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I just remembered that someone at the old Pendulum bar used to call me Holmes. I’d invite him over to smoke some pot with me, and he was, “Well, Holmes” this and “You see, Holmes” that. We always had great conversations.

Subject: I think I found the right cell service!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 7:08 PM

Forget about any Obama phone services, every one of them has crappy customer reviews. But here is a highly rated, affordable service that even snail-mails you a free “test me out kit.” Which is a “universal” SIM card they claim works with almost every unlocked GSM phone. So I can try it out on my Tracfone, which I think is unlocked…or my BLU phone, which definitely is! If either one works, that’ll save the purchase of a new phone. The company’s called US Mobile:

Amazon, Google and Trustpilot customer reviews all give them very high ratings:

They have an “unlimited everything” deal for $45 a month. Combine that with Comcast at under $15/month (including taxes and surcharges), I’ll be paying around $10 less than Chronic, and get a lot more bang for the buck. However, they have “build your own” plans, I can pay for a set number of call and text minute…say, 75 call mins., 100 texts mins. and 2 GB data, which would be just $14. That would make Comcast plus phone less than $35/month total! I rarely make or receive calls, but texting will come in handy for a few things, such as Amazon deliveries. Data is not important at this point, so I’ll keep it low. Though I might find it very useful for those times when Comcast is down.

Top-ups are inexpensive, and they have an app that gauges your use of the three modes, calculating a possibly better arrangement, for the best price.

If I don’t use the phone for ANY data, my cost for that number of calls and texting is just $4. I like that!

I’m not gonna port my number, just get a new one. Good riddance, Chronic, and glad to NOT have to sign up with AT&T for phone service again!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Once again, timing is the clue!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 9:43 AM

A little birdie named Hindsight (a.k.a. “Pterry Pterodactyl”) just pointed this out to me, as it relates to the timing of my spy glasses purchase and their eventual breakdown. Not only did they pay for themselves in that one scene alone, of Adisa and flunkies at the front gate, but they also served as witness to Deek’s foul behavior, elevator workers NOT wearing a mask, and my hallway reconciliation with the building manager. Plus a whole SLEW of amazing doggie videos, and conversations with Dieter!

Keep in mind that the sole purpose for my acquiring this device had to do with Adisa, that I hopefully capture images of him and minions loitering in the hallway withOUT masks. I never harbored any plans for the glasses to do more than that. But look how it turned out! The spy gear has done its job, and done it well…after which time a lens abruptly disappeared, and the second pair delivered turned out to be defunct. (And the video pen I ordered to replace the glasses turned out to be a poor solution.) IOW: everything went off without a hitch, in recording vital evidence for my protection, right when needed to do so.

But once that had been accomplished, their purpose ended! Between the two spy glasses, the video pen, and the audio recording pen, I am out by a mere $30, thanks to rebates for giving them all a 5-star review on Amazon. And, best of all: I can STILL effectively record videos of the pups with my “cyclops” eyewear! So much more convenient and less awkward than whipping out my smartphone to accomplish the same thing, while holding onto the leashes with the other hand. Furthermore, either of the two spy pens may prove useful in the near future, though at the moment I can’t see how.

Having pointed all this out to me, Pterry then plopped the cherry on this ice cream sundae of a revelation:

Had the camera glasses NOT ceased to end their mission after this important work was done (and the video pen had NOT proven to be ineffective), there would be NO synchronicity in the timing, to give me a clue as to the hermetic dimension of my “Spy vs. Spy” adventure.

This highly condensed run of crises during my sleuthing cycle indicate the Fates’ hand in them, that is: other-worldly manipulation (perhaps of a Reptilian nature as I’ve jokingly implied throughout my tales). And the suggestion (per my Bodhisattva Premise) that those who’ve played the enemy (Myrtle/Adisa, Deek, building manager, elevator crew, and even are simply actors accelerating my spiritual growth. Which also implies that:

THEY ALL KNEW I WAS WEARING A CAMERA, SO PLAYED OUT THEIR DRAMATIC ROLES RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! The most exemplary one, of course, being the incident with Adisa at the front gate, on April 4th. Who really put on a great display of peacock bravado, playing the tough, black punk in “spades” (pun intended). I give him kudos for that! And then, some days after the nasty encounter, the building manager met me in the hallway as if by happenstance (but not really), to subtly invite me to show him my “front gate” video.

Which awareness of this extraordinary timing throughout, benefits me regarding Deek’s latest mind-fucks, as it encourages me to NEVER lose faith in a jubilant outcome for the pups, myself, and even for Deek.

But my pterodactylian associate didn’t stop there, for she ALSO gave me a tip about US Mobile’s flexible cell service:

Since it’s a build-your-own plan, adjustable at any time, I can add more data transfer for any given month, then drop down to a lower rate again. Thus, should I have periods when Comcast grinds to a halt, I can always increase the smartphone’s data, using it as a temporary substitute for my ISP. All I need do is dash to the nearest coffeehouse to use their public wifi, and, voila, ’tis accomplished!

Though there remains the possibility of also using gratis wifi from the two eateries below my hovel, or even the coffeehouse across Market Street. I will, of course, try them first, before paying for extra data. In sum:

Every good person needs a mystical ally like Pterry Pterodactyl, to brighten their way in this convoluted reality! Don’t you agree, Wattson?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Once again, timing is the clue!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 11:25 AM

> I agree, indubitably!

It’s just like reading between the lines, if one has the perspicacity of mind to do so. It’s an amazing thing I’ve tapped into…a subtle but powerful force, like gravity. And why I’m eagerly sharing this revelation with the world; that others may benefit.

> P.S. Dratted power is out today, PG+E messing with their antiquated equipment. Limited to phone for communication for now.

Egads. I hope you have a good, portable charger on hand, to keep the phone alive! If not, you should buy one ASAP; quite affordable. You can even get a solar powered charger. Check this out:

Re: Once again, timing is the clue!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 2:15 PM

> Great advice. With luck, power will be on by 8. Meanwhile, laptop battery allows me to write, so the work is not interrupted.

Fantastic. On my old laptop, battery power is less than two hours. And (get this, good doctor) the battery has had zero charge for the past several days. I reseated it, but no luck. Maybe it died. Just another unwelcome expense for me! Talk about a run of bad lock the past week or so! Now, a little more conjecture re. Deek’s latest accusation that I made Flaco pregnant, by letting her run loose in a park (which of course I never did), or by “allowing” Lucky to boink her (even though he was neutered over a year ago):

First of all, I’m sure it’s a false pregnancy, as you can’t feel ANY life stirring in her belly. But if she really IS pregnant, I assume that Deek GOT her inseminated, even though he promised he never would. Then, figured a way to pin it on me, because he knows how strongly I feel against his plans to run a puppy mill on the streets. Regardless:

Per my Bodhisattva Premise, the most difficult challenges are those which appear to be completely hopeless. But, even as badly as things may appear, they WILL turn around in your favor…assuming, of course, your prayers are focused on a worthy goal. So, having faith that the crisis will resolve in a most positive manner, is the best option. Not that LACK of faith will sabotage your wishes, for it will NOT. Just that you will suffer needless anxiety, over a worst case scenario that will NEVER come to pass.

So, just because I see no way to resolve Deek’s latest bullshit, that does NOT mean a wicked outcome will result. It only means I’m being tested or, maybe better said: taught an incredible lesson that will stick with me forever, one that is jubilant. Meanwhile, Johnny O’Clock is playing on my screen. That’s where all the silly “Johnny” phrases come from, like: “Johnny, tell me now,” “Johnny, where do I go from here,” “You’ve always had a lot of nerve, Johnny,” “Turn around Johnny, I don’t want to give it to you in the back,” “There’s nothing between us but cash,” “The dying man makes his statement,” etc. I used to joke with my homeless friend, Johnny, like that all the time.

I’ve been binge watching MANY such films from the 40s lately. Guess I’m in my noir movie phase! Thank you, Youtube Classics.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Once again, timing is the clue!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 3:22 PM

> Lucky is fixed, isn’t t he?

Of course. Remember I made all so much brouhaha over that strange mark by his wanger, that turned out to be a tattoo indicating he’s been fixed? (Though I don’t see why that’s necessary, because OBVIOUS.)

> So Deek knows she couldn’t have been knocked up while under your care. Unless he thinks you let some other dog go at her. Jerk.

That’s exactly what he “thinks:” that I let another dog hump her. But he knows better…he’s scamming me, because he intentionally got her pregnant, but doesn’t want my anger as a result. So pinning it on me. Another possibility (or I should say “probability”):

He may not have done that at all, and it’s a false pregnancy. Which he also knows, but is “milking” it (‘scuse pun) for all it’s worth because he loves guilt-tripping me.

No matter what, I remain calm…confident that all shall turn out in my favor, in spite of the incredible odds. Per my Bodhisattva Premise: faith against all odds is the greatest test. And this is precisely what this challenge demands. One that is taunting me to lose my temper, which is the WRONG way to go.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are back once more!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 5:42 PM

Deek called up to my window a short while ago, said he’d like his lunch money (euphemism for his weekly allowance of $60). So I stepped out, told him Sunday is pay day…but I’ll get it for him now, he’ll just have to wait a bit for me to go to my bank and withdraw. He offered that I take the dogs with me, and added: “If that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, I’d love to!” He then said I could watch them when I get back…he wants to ride his bike and other stuff he can’t do with the pooches around.

They were a delight as I walked them to my ATM depot, Lucky grabbing onto my pants cuff or untying my shoelaces as we plodded along. Upon returning, Deek reminded me to feed them soon, give ’em plenty of water, and they’re not for sale. And that’s about all she wrote: no stupid drama this time, not even a mention of the pregnancy issue! This is his way of mellowing out, and apologizing for yesterday’s crap fest.

They’re here now, lolling on the bed in puppy bliss. They had eagerly scratch on the door, while waiting for me to catch up; and the first thing Flaco did, was dash right into the box and scratch away like mad! Then a minute later hopped onto the cot and rolled onto her back for my belly rubs.

Now, I gotta fix ’em dinner and just enjoy their radiant, sweet company while futzing about on my X340 hacking machine. Deek says he’ll be back in a few hours, but we’ll see. Whether he shows up or not, I’m fine with either outcome, even though I’d LOVE them to stay overnight. Bodhisattva Premise: don’t worry, be happy. The mutts will be perfectly fine no matter what.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Look at These Two!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 8:09 PM

Click here for a larger image.

Subject: Deek quickly returned for his electronics, left the doggies with me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 9:13 PM

…so that’s really good. He didn’t say whether he’ll return tonight to pick them up, or wait until tomorrow. Hopefully the latter, as they really need a break from the streets; they’ve been totally zonked out for the past several hours.

Lucky didn’t wanna eat his dinner earlier, in fact he started pushing it about the floor until I retrieved it. Flaco DID ingest her fill. But that was around 4:30. Now, I just prepared their second meal and, much to my chagrin, neither was interested! Anyway:

Deek was surprisingly calm; it was a brief visit and he said “thank you,” as I departed. So I turned around and said, “Well thank you, too, Deek!”

This is good…no, not good, but GREAT. Did I not say this is all a test, or a script in which I play the hero? Which Deek and others are facilitating. Long live the Bodhisattva Premise!

And, of course: all glory to the hypnotoad!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: “Now get out of here, let me cry by myself!”
Subject: Deek quickly returned for his electronics, left the doggies with me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 12:36 PM

> Great article. Tried to watch the video, but it seems I now have no sound at all coming through my speakers, even though it’s “registering” on all the indicators. Serious bummer, but can’t even think about getting it fixed while I’m still finishing up my 2-year paid writing gig.

Probably something simple, as most PC problems usually are. The REAL problem is that often, simple computer solutions are often obscure.

> You can see the lump on the right side of Roger’s face. I’d seen him just 3 years before, in Boulder, and remember that he was a little detached and gloomy. Learned later that he had just got his cancer diagnosis…

That’s really sad. I have honored his memory in my latest Brindlekin chapter at the very end, thanks to a recent email of yours, to which I added his photo.

Flaco & Lucky stayed overnight. They weren’t hungry at all yesterday, but this morning they scarfed up their breakfast in no time flat. Deek said it’s warmer weather that discourages their appetite. THEY SHOULDN’T BE OUTDOORS ALL THE TIME! At any rate, he seems to be changing for the better re. the pups and his own mood swings. Here’s a 51-second video I call “Flaco & Lucky and Boris Karloff.” Still cute to watch minus audio:

See how clean my room has become, thanks to the pups’ influence! Kudos to Deek as well, for bringing them into my world…they’re a life-changer. That bruise on my arm is a Lucky love-bite. He kept grabbing at my left sneaker’s tongue as I walked the pups this morning. Kept his jaws clenched to it as I dragged him forward, one plodding step after another! Makes ambulation difficult; I was like a wounded soldier, and proud of it. I wear only sweat pants any more, because I can’t find a belt to hold up my jeans or any other regular pants…and have failed to find a decent pair of suspenders which clasps don’t fall apart within a week or so. Lucky takes advantage of this, by sometimes grabbing the cloth just below the knee, and attempts to pull my pants down. Forcing me to clutch the waistband, to prevent such embarrassment. Passersby often laugh. I do too. I cherish my sneakers more than ever, now that their tongues and laces are often drenched with doggie saliva. I’ll need to have extra shoestring on hand, to replace what Lucky has frayed. Oh the humanity! (Or should I say “canine-ity?”)

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I sent a recent email to you, about Comcast rejecting my application. They said they’d post me an explanation, soon, of what else I need to do to complete my eligibility. I suspect it will involve a blood pact with the devil…because I’ve already done everything short of that!

Re: Styx!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 2:57 PM

> Just got a notice from Amazon about the walking sticks. Fantastic, thoughtful gift.

I only hope they suit Erwyn comfortably! After hearing his adventure-gone-wrong, Pterry Pterodactyl whisper-cackled in my ear: “Get him some new walking sticks, he’ll like that!” I combed through many reviews in order to come up with the best among them. You can never go wrong, following Pterry’s advice on ANY matter.

> Don’t remember if I sent you this or no; it’s the video made by the rescue crew’s helicopter cam!

No, you didn’t. That was some gnarly spot for him to be stranded on! Certainly not the best way to get one’s 15 minutes of fame.

> Long about 1:50 you can see Erwyn’s little light down on the ground.

Very clearly…but that was around 25 seconds. You looked at the full count, which is just to the right of the present frame indicated; therefore easy to mix up. The entire video is 1:53.

A helicopter named Herbert. Maybe a nephew of My Mother the Car; or a cousin of Herbie the Love Bug.

So Deek dropped over a short while ago to pick up the doggos. Flaco did NOT want to lleave; she just rolled on her back with tongue and front paws dangling in an appeal to let her stay. Using all the sweet charm she could muster, which is considerable. So I had to pick her up to get her through the door (saying “I’m sorry” all along)…then she was good to go. When we got to the gate, Deek handed off his devices as I presented the pups. I told him they hardly ate anything yesterday, but they had a hearty appetite this morning, and are well rested. He said “thank you,” and I thanked him in return; then off they went. NO DRAMA! This is a VERY good development. I suspect he feels much embarrassment for his past actions, at this point. He’s evolving!

Then again, I suspect this is all staged for my benefit, and he never WAS an asshole all along…just playing one. Which if true, means the brindlekin never WERE in danger, nor are they now.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Flaco & Lucky Back for an Encore!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 6:08 PM

Deek dropped by again, wanted me to watch the pups so he could do some bike riding and, I guess, other stuff not convenient with canines around. AFAIC, I would never do ANYthing where dogs can’t join in! As he got ready to leave (with that humongous, 20-pound speaker somehow strapped down to the handlebars with bungee cords) he said, “I won’t be doing this all the time,” and scooted off.

I am now in the process of uploading my first video in a NEW series I call “Doggy Dining with the Stars.” Each of which will be a video of the pups eating, while some old ’30s or ’40s movie will play in the background. For example, here’s the description of “Doggy Dining with the Stars I:”

Watch Flaco & Lucky enjoy a hearty meal while an old ’30s or ’40s movie plays in the background. Today I bring you “The Black Raven,” a 1943 mystery/thriller film starring actors you’ve never heard of, because England.

Each video will last as long as either dog is still noshing…which averages 4-5 minutes. Upload for this first video will be completed in 50 minutes from now. Sorry to make you wait so long, ’cause I know you’re already barking-mad to see it!

Re: Krahlins
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Erwyn
Date: May 8, 2021 6:12 PM

On 2021-05-08 17:45, Erwyn wrote:

> WOW! Now I don’t have to go back there! These are the best Krahlin poles I ever saw.. Thanks, Zeke!

My pleasure; may they serve you well, m’lad. Just don’t do that again!

> (The most harrowing part of that adventure was the trots.)

And thank god it was only that! Captivating piece of writing, BTW…I listened to it twice. Totally absorbing, you made me feel I was right beside you. Which for me, was a welcome treat, as I’m almost always beside myself!

– Zeke

Re: P.S.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 8:57 PM

> Those walking sticks have different tips for different conditions and terrains!! Lightweight but strong.

I did my homework. Cork handles, too, that absorb sweat, and are comfortable to the grip.

Re: Flaco & Luck Back for an Encore!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 9:10 PM

> Hope he lets them spend the night!!

That would be really nice. It’s almost 9 PM and they’re still here. When Deek handed me their leashes, where I stood by the gate, the pups were DYING to get inside, they were hopping with glee! Then, once we returned hovel I had to step back out to bring Deek a few little items. But Flaco insisted on thanking me first, wouldn’t let me leave without an exchange of hugs and kisses. Her kindly consideration and affectionate manners are astounding.

> I love the idea of showing the old movies only as long as the dogs are eating!

The idea struck me a few hours ago, when I was filming them relaxing on the floor, and an old movie was playing. Later I fed them another meal, then filmed them while eating as a ’40s crime move was playing. After watching it through in preparation for upload, I realized it would make a lovely little series!

Here’s the first one. Using my smartphone, the result is not the best it could be, too much on the grainy side, and lighting issues. Video #2, I’m gonna use my Canon PowerShot, and see how THAT goes.

Subject: I’m having the pooches over for a 2nd consecutive night!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 11:15 PM

Deek showed up around 10:30, asked me to watch them for another night, and gave the speaker and other devices to recharge once more. I told him that when he’s ready to take the dogs back, they’ll be refreshed and good to go. He had some yummy looking cookies in a bag with CDs…the large kind that he probably picked up at Peet’s Coffee, where they leave fresh pastries out every night.

I’m tempted to say that Deek is finally having a change of heart…but I really think my Bodhisattva Premise that describes him as a sort of actor/guardian angel, is far more likely. And it’s time for Act II, when I reap my rewards.

Click here for a larger image.

Subject: Thought I was going to have a peaceful night!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 9, 2021 9:12 AM

But then, around 2:15 AM, Lucky started to puke. Very viscous…so sticky in fact, he was forced to swallow some of what came up. After upchucking three times in 20 minutes, he then let me know he needs to step out. So off we went, but the moment we exited, Flaco grabbed a sizeable chicken bone right by the trash bin near the gate. (Damn these thoughtless morons that toss food onto the sidewalk!)

So I promptly grabbed the part jutting from her mouth, and persuaded her with kind words to let go. The bone was tightly gripped between her teeth, yet I was just as stubborn, so we had a sort of stalemate going on. Finally, she released it after a mere ten seconds, much to my delight, and I showered her with praise. I would’ve stayed up all night (and longer) with my fingers clamped around that bone, if need be.

As I tossed the splintery devil into the receptacle, I noticed more chicken bones strewn about. The area around my front gate is a doggy danger spot, for this reason and more! Such as the scary vagrants who sometimes loiter right beside or even in front of the gate, or at the ATM station just a few feet away. And the customers who stand in line for their burgers and block my entry or exit…sometimes with their own dogs in tow, which makes for a difficult passage.

Once we turned the corner up 16th Street, I thought the rest of our late-night stroll would be blissfully uneventful. But no, a pair of bully vagrants with their packs suddenly appeared, barreling down the hill in our direction. So I quickly led the dogs across the street and, lo and behold: yet aNOTHER wing nut approached from a half-block away. But when I tugged on their leashes to backtrack and make a fast disappearance around another corner, Lucky was already crouched in poop position! So there was nothing I could do but deal with the oncoming threat.

She was an obese, black female in her early 40s, with rolls of fat that made her walk a wobbly gait. Also vagrant, and in a bad mood…which the pups sensed and began barking up a storm. She paused right beside me and declared that I better teach them some manners or they’re gonna get a whooping. It was all I could do to restrain my companions, but I said nothing. Just stared back, about to give her a taste of my pepper spray. Much to my relief, she abruptly turned away and lumbered on while spouting expletives. The dogs kept barking in wild fury, tugging on their leashes with surprising force, until she disappeared around the corner. The very same corner I was trying to get to in the first place, to avoid the bitch.

Seeing as 16th Street was not working for us, we strolled up Noe instead…even though we are usually more likely to run into trouble there, than on 16th, at this time of night. All went well for awhile, until a small crowd of revelers appeared from the direction of Market Street. Not much of a problem, really: they were well dressed but loud and screechy like the gay stereotypes they were (accompanied by your token fag hag of course), which caused the mutts to bark like crazy once again. Being that things are usually silent and empty as a ghost town during these wee hours, Flaco tends to bark at anyone she spots, at a much greater distance than she normally would during daytime hours.

So, instead of a hassle-free walk last night, it was rife with disturbance. Where did all these creeps come from, in such a condensed period of time? It was as if they were awaiting their cue to appear onstage, the moment me and the pups stepped out! Lucky retched a couple more times, his stomach expanding and contracting in dramatic ripples, before we returned hovel. And did same once back inside, for which I had ample newspaper for easy clean-up. You see the bright color of his vomit: orange red. Definitely not blood, thank god. Food coloring perhaps, from the kibble or canned food. Here it was almost 3 AM, and I had yet to enjoy a quiet evening! In fact, it went out the window at this point, and I crashed out after seeing to it that both pups were finally at rest…Flaco in the box, and Lucky by the refrigerator (a cool spot in the room).

Lucky drank water several times upon return, and seemed none the worst for the experience. Though when I opened the door to enter my room, while Flaco quickly entered, he just remained in the hallway, hesitant to proceed any further. As if scared of something. So I kindly nudged him back inside. I have NO idea what was up with that, except, perhaps, he didn’t want to mess up his sanctuary with more puke.

So now it’s 10 AM, a peaceful, fair morning…and I’m about to feed them their first meal of the day. Keeping my fingers crossed that no further disturbance ensues, and that Deek, once he shows up again, continues his recently peaceful demeanor.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: That rejection by Comcast was simply because they also need my signature…as they indicated by their latest email to me, yesterday afternoon. Which was NOT asked for, while filling out the online application. Nor did they inform me they’d be sending me a paper form to do just that. I don’t understand why you can’t just take a snapshot of your signature, and paste it into a spot on that form! They need to not be so spooky about it by sending a notice that one’s application has been rejected; then make you wait a day or two to find out why, and what, if anything, one can do to rectify the “problem.” Jeez Louise, I thought for awhile I was being blacklisted across the ISP board, thanks to’s horrid allegation!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are now back w/Deek!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 9, 2021 3:18 PM

He came by an hour ago. Upon returning Flaco & Lucky, I found him seated along the curb by the bus stop out front, with two other homeless dudes who were neatly dressed, and FRIENDLY! I couldn’t bring everything downstairs at once, so first delivered the pooches and dog food. Then ran back to bring him that weighty speaker (great for my upper arm strength), a smartphone and a small power bank. Upon departing, Deek said “Thank you,” so I boisterously replied: “It’s a pleasure and an honor!” One of his friend then addressed me: “That’s a nice thing you’re doing for Deek!” so I gave him a hearty thanks before returning hovel.

A few minutes later I peered out the window, to see if Deek were still hanging out there. Turned out he was already gone, and his two guests were already getting up to leave, as well. This is around the fourth time in the past three weeks Deek has parked himself in front of my building, with and without company. Yet each time he’s done that, he’s only lingered for a short while, and made no noise whatsoever during the stay. I believe he is now taking the opportunity to prove to me he’s no longer a headache and a half.

I am elated at these new changes in Deek, for it also means he’ll began leaving the brindlekin with me a lot more often…for the sake of their safety, health and happiness. So what is the next step after that?

Getting my quasi-fascist neighbor, Moe, to become helplessly attached to the pups. And since he’s quite the dog lover, he should be an easy mark.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: My wish for April to be my miracle month was premature…though not by very much. May shall be gay!

Re: Someone just made my day on Reddit
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 9, 2021 3:18 PM

> I like BBally81’s comment!!

He’s the one that inspired me to track down Clive Merrison’s radio adaptation, because it’s the best. So I searched to find if it’s out there, beyond the restrictions coming out of British based cyber services. And so I discovered it on Internet Archives. Now, I’m gonna get absorbed in every friggin episode, in order to prepare myself for my next book, “Friendly Ghost Detective Agency”. So that I can really grasp the zeitgeist of the Sherlock Holmes stories, and make my parody a knockout. I want to remain accurate to the original tales…fore example, Conan Doyle never had Holmes say, “Elementary!”

> Erwyn is out with the sticks right now, taking our doggy, Surely, for an evening walk.

I hope the walking sticks suit him well, for both comfort and portability. I purchased them from a family business with a very high reputation score.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Doggies are back again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 8:30 AM

Deek called up to my window around 7:30 this morning! Wasn’t loud, just barely enough to wake me up. I looked out and saw the usual human, shopping cart and two lovely pups. So I donned my slippers and bandanna, grabbed the keys and down the stairs I went, still half asleep.

The pooches went wild, standing up with gleeful yelps, pulling the overloaded cart backwards a bit in their excitement. Deek said he’s gotta go somewhere to collect recyclables, they’d be better off staying with me, as it’s hot where he’s going, and the pups need their rest, and:

“I know how much they enjoy visiting you. I’ll be back around one.”

It was all I could do to hold onto the leashes while I lugged the speaker inside, so I released them. They were ecstatic, and quickly bounded up the stairs to my hovel. Which door I kept ajar for their convenience. So as I caught up with them, they were already on the bed, eager to shower me with puppy gratitude. A minute later they were both sound asleep, like little angels on a fluffy blue cloud. They really DO need their rest! I guess they were up most of the night.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: First time my friend from Philly’s email has been bounced back to me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 5:36 PM

Not a good sign.

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Re: First time my friend from Philly’s email has been bounced back to me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 6:44 PM

> God damn.

I can’t even say “I told you so!” But it’s possible he’s just too sick to bother going to a public wifi spot, and his mailbox is filled up. Though I can’t imagine how, as it’s not like he’s very active online.

Subject: Internet Essentials will cost your friend zilch, once she’s been registered!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 7:19 PM

Thanks to the gov’t’s Emergency Broadband Benefit (EBB)! Once you have passed Comcast’s eligibility test for Internet Essentials, you will have to apply for your FREE Internet access here.

All Internet Essentials customers are automatically eligible for this program, which starts on May 12th (two days from now)! I just found that out on Reddit’s r/USMobile sub. Here’s the link, and I am “i-luv-ducks:”

The EBB is temporary, in that it will last until that program runs out of cash.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek returned, picked up pups and thanked me.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 9:16 PM

This was around 6 PM. He was parked with his burdensome cart, by the bus stop out front. He said he’d only be there a few minutes, to which I replied that I’m perfectly fine with that, he’s been quiet, no drama the past several times. He then thanked me for watching the dogs, who sat close to him, looking well rested and happy. I gave them a couple of pats and told them how much I enjoyed their company, wished Deek an excellent evening, then returned hovel.

What happened to the old Deek, where did he disappear to? Never mind, I don’t care, hope he never shows up again. I like this new version very much.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Deek returned, picked up pups and thanked me.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 11:55 PM

> What I like about this is that it increases the chances of the dogs already being with you if/when something bad happens to Deek.

Better that he have a change of heart…however, I’m trying to have all bases covered for either outcome. It is also good that so many of his homeless friends have seen us together, and my caring for the pups…rather than just hear his lies. Some have even commended me for my help with the dogs.

They even know in which building I live, since he has been sloppy in keeping our association private. In the past several months he’s often been accompanied by one or two people, when dropping by…even though I made it clear many times that doing so is against my wishes. Just yesterday, two street people were sitting with Deek on the curb by the bus stop, who saw me exit the building to bring the doggies over to him. And they even commended me for my help with the pups.

So now, I’m glad he has ignored my wishes, since this increases the odds of Lucky & Flaco being brought TO me, should he die in the streets, or be carted off to jail or the hospital. Even the local police now understand the situation.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: 3 cute pics of Lucky asleep
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 11:47 AM

Doggy Dreamland!

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It’s morning, 11:36 AM. Deek has yet to return. I forgot to mention that, when he handed me the leashes last night, I said “See you tomorrow morning, then?” To which he replied after a couple of hesitant seconds: “Uh…yeah.”

So I clarified: “I mean I’m going to sleep in a half hour.”

What struck me about his reply was the hesitancy. There’s possibly an implication in that, though perhaps nothing more than something else on his mind. But it makes me wonder: “Does he plan to never show up again?”

Took them for their morning stroll, then at 10:30 AM set out their breakfast. Only Flaco partook, eating up 3/4 of the bowl. Lucky remained happily reposed on the bedding. His repast still remains on the floor, in hopes he’ll eventually get around to it.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 3 cute pics of Lucky asleep
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 1:22 PM

> Aw! His little sleeping-doggy smile!!

Precious beyond words. One more pic, this time with eyes open.

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Deek still not back, and Lucky has yet to eat any breakfast. But as you can see, he’s content and healthy…so this is just the way he is, from time to time. He’ll eat when he’s ready.

He loves his ducky treats, though, but only ate half of this morning’s allotment. Strange, that Flaco turned them down, too, after only a few nibbles. Last night was cute:

Flaco was asleep by the fridge, where I have a comforter tossed down, just for that. And Lucky was on the cot, beside me. Later on that night, they both sat up, looked around and at each other…then changed places!

I’ve been watching a lot of ’30s and ’40s noir films, mostly for ambience, but yesterday I really enjoy “The Woman in the Window,” starring Edward G. Robinson, Joan Bennett, Raymond Massey, and Dan Duryea. While it retained the amusing, naive factor of such films (mostly B movies), the plot and acting were pretty good. But I just can’t see Robinson playing the romantic lead, which just made it amusing.

Regarding my Philly friend: more of my recent emails to him have been bounced. So I guess I should remove him from my mailing list.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Lucky just ate his breakfast!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 1:37 PM

Not completely, but most of it…about 10% remains. He just hopped off the cot a few minutes ago when my back was turned (preparing a smoothie), and dug in. What a relief.

Re: 3 cute pics of Lucky asleep
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 4:39 PM

> He glows with health! His shiny coat, with the beautiful swirls and whorls!

He and his sweet sister are the two loveliest little doggies I’ve ever met. And to think a monster like Deek “owns” them! He returned a short while ago, and flung the most horrible accusations at me, while one of his friends was there…a big white due who rides a bike. He’s 40ish, on the fat side and appears harmless enough. IOW: your basic schlemiel. He even SAW me bring down more dog food, after taking his devices upstairs to be charged.

They were hanging by the bus stop of course, and when I came down with the pups, Deek said, “they look weird, they can hardly walk after they’ve visited you.” I reminded him they’re in a very relaxed mode, and you’re making this stuff up. Then he said why is one of Flaco’s nipples hanging so low, like someone did nasty things with her.” So I retorted that he’s make awful accusation about me in front of a stranger, and he’s off his nut. He replied by saying that dude isn’t a stranger! Can you believe how he manipulates everything?

So I finished by saying I take great care of the pups, and I’m going right now, because I don’t wanna be subjected to his crap. I would hope, though, that his “friend” sees through his BS, though if meth is their main association, I doubt it. He’s tried t stir up enmity against me before, as you well know. And it’s never succeeded. I’m sure he continued to rattle off bad-mouthing me to the biker, once I departed.

But I just don’t know how to deal with this, next time he drops by. If I tell him that’s a wicked thing he did the other day, he’ll come up with whatever he deems is the perfect excuse! But I WILL bring it up, because he needs to hear it. I can’t tell him that I can no longer have the dogs over, if he’s gonna keep up this disgusting behavior, nor help him in any other way. So, good riddance, you stay away from me forever. Because the mutts are in the middle of this vile dilemma! And I could NEVER abandon them. He is an expert when it comes to manifesting needless grief and crises! And he’s got me over a barrel in a way, and he knows it! I COULD tell him I’m skipping next week’s allowance and charging his device for as long…but then he’ll use that as an excuse to keep the dogs away.

Now, something weird happened late last night, around 5 AM. Some fellow screaming bloody murder woke me up, and it was happening almost below my windows…at the ATM stall, to be exact. I recognized the voice: Boulevard Joe! So I got up and peered outside to see a cop car parked nearby, as Joe (whom I could NOT see, but only hear) was screaming at them about how he doesn’t have to give them his name and, no, he was not starting any fire. Isn’t that ironic…the very person I used to rely on regarding advice with handling Deek, and whom I haven’t seen in ages (because, according to Deek, he had gotten another hotel room, so was off the streets), has become the LAST person I’d ever seek for guidance. And to think I’ve been looking for him all this time, and this is how he finally shows up!

Well, the police finally departed without him, and I heard him commiserating with someone else, though minus the loud harangue. I have NO idea what they were talking about, as too muffled from my distance…nor do I know anything about this latest confrontation with law enforcement. I do know that, about five months ago, he was storming up Market Street wielding an unsheathed sword, when the SFPD confronted him. He insisted it was his right to carry a weapon, and, when he refused to put it down, was shot in the hand by a rubber bullet. Which then made him eligible for a hotel room, because suffering an injury. After hearing that, straight from the horse’s mouth, I realized perhaps I should NOT look to him for any further Deek advice.

> Completely sentient, beautiful pure little creatures.

They are truly beautiful, in the profoundest sense of that word.

> I have to figure out what to do with Van’s stuff…his poor sad unpublished manuscripts, photos of him when he was a little kid. Just too fucking sad. I’m a sentimental cripple.

Can you possibly keep them yourself, pack them away in a box? You might publish some of his work posthumously. I’m a sentimental bowl of jelly myself, but I have never had to go through what you’re going through now. I can’t imagine how painful that must be.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

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. . 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

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:

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.


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):

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:


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.


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:

– 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!


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?"


Multiple friends under 50 have had luck at East Bay sites


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.


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


> 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.


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


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


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

- Use

- 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.


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:

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):


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.


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.


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.


What's rat tapping? Google was unhelpful.

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.

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


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:


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


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:


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


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.


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 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?

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