The Hopelessness of Hope

March 22, 2023

[Brindlekin Tales – Book 7: Chapter 15]

Subject: 6 doggy sweaters instead of 4! (part 2 of 2)
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 11, 2023 at 7:50 PM

“Are you busy?” he said.

“Yes I am,” I replied.

“Oh c’mon, really?” he exclaimed with annoyance.

I saw no way to just make him vanish, so consigned myself to stepping outside and have a talk, which started with:

“Yes Vince, I’m busy trying to fix supper and go to bed, I’ve been up since 5 AM after a VERY exhausting day. Then YOU show up. Don’t EVER holler up to my window again, that’s the LAST thing I need, you have no idea what I’ve been going through these past months!” (Please note my exaggerated explication in order to discourage his dropping by.)

“But this is the first time I’ve ever done that,” he replied with a hint of belligerence.

“Right,” I rebutted with greater belligerence, “and this is the first time I’ve ever told you NOT to do that!”

As you can imagine, Wattson, I was really pissed for this intrusion and his snotty, meth inspired behavior (with assistance from a pint of cheap vodka swinging from his hand). I had to make it absolutely CLEAR to him (as I have in the past) that NO, he’s not coming upstairs to visit, I don’t HAVE anyone visit me anymore, not for at least the past three years, nothing personal, that goes for everyone, including Deek (who he knows, albeit casually).

“Oh, Deek,” he scowled, “I saw him the other night, arguing with that whore who clings onto him like a tick. I was gonna say hi, but didn’t wanna get into THAT! I don’t see why you bother with the dude.”

Of course Vince spoke about him that way ’cause jealous I spend so much time with My Cajun Baggage, and not him. But I made sure to correct his rude remark about Scampy, that she’s not a whore, but troubled and in great need of shelter and kindness. And Deek is one of the few folks on the streets who IS kind to her. He apologized, said he didn’t mean it that way, and I replied I understand, he’s just expressing frustration.

Some time during this unpleasant conversation he blurted out: “Well, I’m gonna find SOME way to get into your building!”

I nearly exploded: “NO you’re not, unless you wanna go to jail. That’s breaking and entering, and this is a private residence. So no, no, NO!”

I reminded him he entered this building alREADY without my permission last year, bumped into the manager who asked where he’s going.

“And you said you’re here to visit ME,” I further admonished, “even though I told you twice before I’m NOT having visitors anymore. So when I heard the commotion I opened my door to see you and the manager in the hallway…he asked if you’re here to see me and I said no, he’s not welcome, and he knows it. So he drove you back outside, with you giving him backtalk all the way down the stairs.”

I then paused, took a deep breath and continued: “The REASON I don’t have visitors, and I’ve alREADY explained this to you in the past, is thanks to the ongoing bedbug infestation, the coronavirus and some other issues. “

“Other issues?” he interrupted with a scornful mask.

“Yes!” I replied. “In YOUR case it was the last time you visited, which was when…over four years ago? When it was time for you to leave, instead of going straight downstairs to the lobby you skipped to the back porch and stole an LCD monitor someone had tossed away, and THEN left. I wouldn’t even have KNOWN you did that except a few weeks later you came up to me and BRAGGED about it. Now, how do you think doing shit like that affects me, as a paying resident? There are CAMERAS on the porches.”

“Oh, er…” he mumbled.

“YOU’RE A NUT JOB, VINCE,” I exclaimed, “and I already have one in my life, that’s Deek, so I’m not gonna put up with TWO meth freaks in my life. One is bad enough. So if you step into this building again I won’t hesitate to sic the cops on you! Just who the FUCK do you think you are, Vince, to talk like that? You’re outta control!”

Now, I must note at this point, good physician, he’s absolutely NO danger, he’s a scrawny little thing (about 5-foot-4), and his belligerence was of the mild sort. His main gripe was that he doesn’t get to see me anymore, upon which I reminded him we exchanged emails and phone numbers in the past, but it’s HE who didn’t contact me back, and there’s no way I can afford surprise visits by anyone, including yelling up at my window. I’m just too BUSY for any of that nonsense. So he requested my email and number again, but I said nope, not gonna happen, I learned my lesson last time around.

“You dropped by once, when I was camped outside with the pups,” I reminded the fool. “That was fine, but since the homeless sweep I can’t do that anymore. You’re welcome to hang with me whenever you see me outside with the dogs, which I still do from time to time, though without a tent.”

“Homeless sweep?” he queried.

Oh Glob, I thought, doesn’t the idiot know ANYthing about what’s going on around him? He’s in his own world of crystal palaces and booze-gushing fountains. And all THIS exhausted pilgrim wanted was to return hovel, enjoy my dinner in peace, and crash out…jeez Louise! Nonetheless, in spite of my growling tummy, I took the time to fill him in on the sweep. But just before I did that, who should walk by with a nod of the head, then enter the building? SCOOTER! At least he had the good sense to not intrude. Yet aNOTHER wackadoodle dopehead! So now I got THREE of ’em imposing their unsavory selves in my world! Though I make exception for just ONE, thanks to the wee hounds.

Somehow, some way, I finally extricated myself from Vince’s tentacles a few minutes later, wishing him well as he did same, and got down to supper and bed. Now, for a final thought re. Scooter…grab those smelling salts!

Could Karlsen actually be dead, chopped up there in his own bathtub, and Scooter is just covering his butt by talking with me to fabricate an alibi? And who is this strapping, blonde dude of careworn animal magnetism, smokey bedroom eyes, solid jawline and impressive biceps, pectorals and solid rump who accompanied him into the building and, I guess, Karlsen’s apartment? Are they busy decomposing the body parts with lime and some other substance to conceal the foul stink of decay? They certainly have the advantage of an absent building manager to get away with Glob only knows. Maybe I should ask Victor, our maintenance man, to take a look-see in that unit after telling him my concern. That would be a hoot! Meanwhile, I think I’ll jack off tonight in some hot Criminal Minds fantasy with blondie…boinking him up his tight sphincter while he’s bent over the bathtub bubbling with dissolving flesh and muscle, one eyeball still floating about.

P.S.: Barely an hour after I composed the paragraph above I stepped out to empty my wastebasket, when who should I see exiting Karlsen’s pad? Scooter and blondie! I feigned a friendly hello and slipped through the back porch door to empty the basket. They were already gone when I stepped back out seconds later and returned to my humble refuge.

P.P.S.: The next day, Thursday eve, who should come lumbering up the stairs, gasping for breath, but Karlsen! Shortly followed by Scooter. Though neither spotted me, as I hid around the corner of the side hall while they drifted along towards their abode across from where Adisa and mom once lived, and vanished like the eerie spooks they are. So much for my coldblooded senicide speculation. *sigh*

P.P.P.S.: Yesterday afternoon my missing four slices of Swiss cheese magically showed up again in my fridge, right where I left them before they disappeared…and in perfectly edible condition. Will wonders never cease? My poltergeist theory must have holes in it.

Re: We SHOULD Fight against local trolls Koclownski, Titslaffer and Filcher.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announce, MCN discussion
Date: March 12, 2023 at 12:51 PM

On Fri, 10 Mar 2023 14:14:30 -0800 spike NAZI FOOL kozlowski squoinked:

> Says he who has lived off a mental disability check his ENTIRE useless, meaningless, unproductive life.

You, Mr. Koclownski, are most likely the LEAST qualified of any other person on this planet to pass judgment on ANYone, let alone one who is disabled and whose life has been saved by what thread of kindness remains in our disastrously hobbled government services…thanks to vulgar morons like yourself. Who think it “manly” to poke a stick through a fence at some innocent dog born to love any human who gives it even half a chance.

The ONLY true reason for human existence is for each person to find some noble cause to grab onto and strive forward with torch lit. Regardless of their social or financial status in life, no matter how low or how high. YOU, dear Nazi reprobate, have so far FAILED to find a noble purpose. In fact you seem to have been fighting with every fiber in your body AGAINST achieving just that, for your entire life thus far. Piece of advice:

Better get cracking posthaste, for your time is limited considering your advanced age, and the many years you have already wasted. For whom does the bell toll? For each of us, in our own time. Amirite, Ms. 2-Biased? *crickets* Woo-hoo!

– Zeke

Subject: A movie that will touch your heart like no other:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 12, 2023 at 1:03 PM

Living,” a simple title for a deceptively simple tale that is quintessentially British all the way through, and reflects the very best of what The Isles have to offer to all humanity. And is why I am such a Celtophile. I watched it last night, mesmerized from beginning to end.

Audience reviews: Rotten Tomatoes, Amazon.

Re: 6 doggy sweaters instead of 4! (part 2 of 2)
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 12, 2023 at 6:24 PM

> These two letters are some FINE storytelling.

Thanks, so glad you enjoyed them. I had a helluva time composing part 2, as I got stuck on just HOW I can unravel Vince’s meth-crazed litany of bullshit. So I just let go of it for a day and a half, trusting my inner demons to bring things to the prefontal-lobe fore. And they finally did. Sometimes an author needs to mull a scene over for a considerable time before putting it to pen. This is NOT writer’s block (which I never suffer anymore), but the creative process doing its thing. The real writer’s block is ANGST, and I’ve gotten very good at dissipating it promptly, thanks to dealing with Deek’s frequent hissy fits over many years.

> I’m seriously impressed by how you stood up to Vince. And you hit some great licks: “He’s in his own world of ice palaces and booze-gushing fountains…”

Thanks! I changed “ice” to “crystal” ’cause it rolls better and I think fewer readers will get the meth reference with “ice” than they would with “crystal.”

> And when Karlsen comes huffing and puffing up the stairs, right after your fantasy about chunks of his corpse dissolving in the bathtub…

You just can’t make this stuff up! It happened exactly that way, in exactly that time frame. Just another hint they’re all having fun at my expense, as My Bodhisattva Premise suggests. And I had so much FUN composing that torrid sex-crime scene, with your alter-ego Morticia in mind. Imagine when my tales are reproduced in vibrant animation via Indymedia!

Marshall did a GREAT job narrating my latest tale last Friday. More on that later. Along with a couple MORE updates. Hard to keep up whenever I go through an intense cycle of flapdoodle. I make sure, though, to draft a quick outline each day so I won’t lose any scenes to the dusty void of forgotten props in a defunct theater from yesteryear, its roof about to collapse. All the world’s a stage, but most of the shows are cancelled, or never make it to the boards in the first place!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Catching up with Deek updates and other reports.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 16, 2023 at 12:32 AM

Starting with Thursday morning, six days ago:


Stepping out of Rosenberg’s with java in hand, who should I see down the block a bit but someone in a plush hooded jacket smiling at me. Took me a few moments to realize who it was: Heimdall, Deek’s Viking friend who sold him a fabulous Bluetooth speaker at a ridiculously low price back in January! So glad to see him again, I invited him to sit with me around the corner, by the steps of “Max Muscle,” that nutritional sports outlet. Though he remained standing for the entire visit–which lasted for almost a half hour–it was a superb get-together.

He was nicely dressed as usual, this time in a nylon-shell jacket of a tawny shade, black Levi jeans and a pair of dark blue Adidas sneakers with three yellow stripes on each side, that looked spanking new (like everything else he wears). I never see him without a Bluetooth speaker of his own (usually hanging from a strap slung diagonally over his chest and one shoulder) and that morning was no exception. This one was a JBL Xtreme 2: barrel shaped and resting just above his waist. Definitely a music lover, though with a much wider range of genres than Deek’s…thank the Elder God Orryx for that. And also (unlike Deek at times) it was turned off, so our confabulation was an undisturbed pleasure.

What did we talk about? (You may be asking at this point, Wattson.) It was mostly about the different people we meet on the streets, and how we deal with conflicts from the nasty, dysfunctional types. His approach is much like mine: always be calm, patient and forgiving no matter how onerous the other’s behavior. At worst, just walk away and never be vengeful or harbor resentment.

But I already knew that about him, so well illustrated by his witnessing my chastising Deek in front of him, that night Heimdall agreed to a $200 dollar transaction for a $500 speaker. I’ll spare you the details of this argument, as I’ve already spelled them out in a previous missive. My point being that Heimdall remained peaceable and friendly during my little clash with the Cajun dufus…and did not at all express dismay later on, at Deek’s reckless treatment of that fine speaker leading to its demise only a few weeks later. The ONLY complaint Heimdall has about him is when he’s around him Deek never shuts up but chatters on aimlessly. He loves the pups though, and agrees with me that Deek is basically a decent human being, and is a great help to others surviving on the streets.

He also brought up his living situation, though in such a way that I’m not clear about whether or not he has a roof over his head NOW. He said he comes from money, but enjoys many aspects of the street life…and has a studio apartment ready for him in the near future, thanks to a social worker. I’m under the impression he has SOME safe place to return to at night, considering how well attired and impeccably neat his appearance every time I see him. Not to mention the TWO expensive smartphones he always carries around, along with a high-priced speaker that changes brand or model with surprising frequency.

His affirmation of My Bodhisattva Premise, as conveyed by how he deals with conflict, was most uplifting. Especially since it was just the night before when pesky Vince showed up with his disturbing antics that put me in a slump, worrying if he’s gonna be more of a pest these days, and how I’m gonna deal with that. It’s not like I discussed My Premise with Heimdall, seeking approval from someone (anyone), it’s more like he appeared outta the sky as one of my guardians to give me the perfect boost at just the right time.

While we were chatting, that friendly black dude in a yellow jacket strolled by again, waved at us with a hearty “Good morning!” We greeted him back in the same amicable manner, then Heimdall turned to me and declared:

“They’re not always so friendly, some are downright ugly.”

“What do you mean?” I queried, a bit puzzled at his use of “they.”

He pointed at the yellow jacket which had the words “Castro Ambassador” displayed on the back, in white. I never noticed that before. I think he was talking about some of them being prejudiced against the homeless, as they’re a black eye for tourism in our neighborhood. And, being unhoused himself (or coming off that way to some), Heimdall gets a taste of that rudeness. Though with his always-neat appearance and pleasant demeanor, I don’t see why ANYone would jump to the conclusion he’s living on the streets. Just because he carries around a cart sometimes, and blasts a speaker on his walks?

Though I’m not sure that’s what he meant, as he speaks in such a way that is difficult to understand without focusing directly on his face. His words often blur together as if he were partly deaf, or has some other hearing disorder. One is therefore tempted to say “What?” after almost every sentence…but I temper that by pretending I understand, based on the words and phrases that came before which I COULD comprehend. In sum:

Thanks to our upbeat conversation, I felt invigorated and still do. For just under my thin veneer of angst I discovered renewed energy, a positive rush of affirmation that I’m still basking in as I compose this email.


The next night (Friday) Deek showed up, though it was already 10 PM and I was settling into my nighttime routine of a late dinner and relaxing with a movie or some Youtube videos. He asked if I could watch the pups while he rode about on his bike for fifteen minutes or so. I said sure, and he was gone maybe for a half hour at most. So I laid down cardboard and a blanket for the doggies’ comfort, and we had another lovely visit there on the sidewalk below my window.

The brindlekin sensed his return from across the street; their ears perked up at a rap song blaring from his speaker. When he finally crossed the street and approached, the dogs looked up at him with waggy-tail joy and I exclaimed:

“They know your music, they recognized it from a block away!”

As he prepared to leave I saw him adjusting his Bluetooth speaker in a small baby buggy he had joined somehow to the bike’s rear axle. So I asked if he could use another bungee cord to better secure the hefty device. He wound up taking more than half what I had, from a $12 supply I ordered only three days prior! See pic. And here I assumed those many cords would last for two or three months to suit his needs.

He also had a cage connected to the bike, behind the buggy, and used the extra bungee cords to secure it. But as I watched him place the dogs in the cage it tilted the bike back and made a soft landing on the sidewalk. Both mutts remained in the cage, even though it was open, because they preferred to remain in cozy rest upon the sleeping bag also stashed therein. (I was watching all this from my window, BTW.)

He wound up extricating the pups from that cage and walking them, along with his bike, towards wherever he was destined next. I guess he didn’t call up to me to return the sleeping bag (which I suggested he use to cushion the cage), because he was planning to remain outdoors for the night, anyway.


Looks like he now has “friends” visiting and staying over in Karlsen’s tiny studio apartment. (Well, not even a studio as it has no kitchen, just a single unit with bathroom attached.) I first realized this upon exiting the front gate last Saturday afternoon when I stepped out to see Deek and brindlekin. Scooter was holding the gate open and chatting with another vagrant who appeared reasonably neat, thank Blavigus (that’s a deity I just made up; I haven’t put any thought into his purpose except that he’s male and probably of Grecian, Macedonian, or even Cretan origin).

He was blocking the exit so I said excuse me please, and he graciously stepped aside so I could squeeze my way through.

“Uh-oh,” Deek exclaimed with a chuckle. “He has the key, now everyone can get into your building!”

“Hush,” I bent over his right ear and whispered. “He says he’s paying Karlsen half the rent to stay there, and we have no manager anymore, so there’s really nothing I can do about it, except be cool.”

[Sidebar: Yeah, Wattson, I forgot to tell you about that, when Scooter and I had our first conversation outside while I was watching the pooches. I also forgot to tell you he said if anyone bothers me, let him know and he’ll take care of it. Boy do I feel safe now! My response of course was: “Thanks, much appreciated!” For I thought it wise not to play the “you’re-a-big-fat-tweeking-phony-scamming-his-way-into-the-building-since-you-know-the-manager-is-in-the-hospital-on-his-death-bed” card. I guess that’s one of the cards in a pile of cards on my imaginary “Battle of the Bodhisattvas” gameboard. I hope they’re not ALL that wordy, but only time will tell.]

So this explains why I’ve heard people calling up to Karlsen’s window for the past week…though not hollering for either him or Scooter, but someone ELSE! (For some reason I still can’t discern WHAT that name is, though definitely one syllable.) It hasn’t been frequent, or late at night…just once or twice a day between three different people as far as I know. Goodness gracious, I can’t ALWAYS be standing by my window playing Neighborhood Watch!

But that morning I heard someone hollering up at my building, “Oscar!” Loudly, but just once. I have no idea who Oscar is. He stood around awhile, halfway between my window and Karlsen’s, then departed. Didn’t get a good look at him ’cause I didn’t want him to spot THIS wary pilgrim.

Then towards evening a raggedy fellow (maybe blondie, but not sure…he was wearing a hoodie) was hollering up at Karlsen’s window, some name I couldn’t make out, but definitely not “Karlsen” or “Scooter.” Didn’t sound like “Oscar” either. He kept it up for ten minutes or so, then took off.

Then, late that night from around 2 to 3:30 AM someone kept pounding on the front gate, repetitiously, nonstop. He just would not give up, though at no time did he holler out ANYthing, just kept smashing a fist (or maybe both) on the metal gate. I tried to see who it was, but all I could make out from my window was a chunky pair of legs and butt in blue jeans, thanks to the overhang blocking my view. Small gaggles of revelers passed by during those wee hours, every few minutes or so, but not a single one stopped to challenge the gate smasher. Now get this, good doctor:

It has occurred to me that pounding on the gate for so long COULD break the lock, which has happened before. And may explain why NO yelling was involved.

Then, later Sunday morning around 9:30 I heard another person call up to the building some indecipherable name, but again, clearly NOT “Karlsen” or “Scooter.” Though I did peek out a minute later to see a bulging black duffle bag out front, but no one near it. Seconds later this scraggly old fellow and an equally scraggly (though colorfully attired) lady with a little doggie in her arms appeared, upon which he picked up the duffle bag and they entered through the front gate. Apparently, someone let them in.

So far all’s quiet with them, no real noise disturbances to speak of coming from that apartment. And I haven’t had the displeasure of crossing any of these crashers’ paths inside my building…nor do they seem to be using the shared bathroom. Maybe Scooter had the good sense to purchase a plunger from a dollar store to keep Karlsen’s OWN toilet working. I certainly hope they continue to lay low. And the lock in the front gate remains secure for the nonce. Oh so many things to be grateful for in my world!


Last Sunday evening Deek came by, asked for the rest of next Thursday’s allowance in advance ($60)…started to say something about needing to pay someone back but I cut him off:

“I don’t wanna hear your stories! I’ll just give you the money, but at this rate you’re gonna run out long before the month ends.”

In fact, he now only has $150 left, seeing as he’s already received $300 within the first two weeks! Later he asked to go inside “just for a minute,” and I told him he has a lot of NERVE asking me to do something I don’t wanna do anymore…and haven’t for at least four years at this point.

“I JUST gave you the rest of your hundred DAYS in advance, I’m being so kind to you and the dogs, you should be ASHAMED of yourself!” I exclaimed.

And believe it or not, this time (and for the first time) he actually showed a touch of remorse and didn’t push the matter! I then fed the pups, and he lingered about an hour out front. Scampy showed up, once more neatly dressed…she’s been in an amicable mood a lot since she “escaped” her shared hotel room! I see and hear her almost every day now, always cheerful. Up the block, across the street, on the corner, sometimes right below my window…she’s around here so much these days!

I remained outside while the hounds were noshing, and Scampy was crouched down along the curb beside Deek, muttering awful things to him. I suspect she has a mental debility akin to Tourette Syndrome. Anyway, she said things like “You’re a fuckin’ loser and you know it,” “A piece of shit like you shouldn’t even exist” and “I wouldn’t care if you died tomorrow.” I’m guessing she’s simply echoing the words of a dysfunctional family she fled from, and became homeless as a result. But what amazed me was how Deek handled it:

He just sat there and listened with kind patience, obviously not the least bit angered by her horrid declarations. They shared the bubble pipe and, rather than hand him back the lighter, she kept diddling with it.

“Please don’t break my lighter,” Deek softly begged. “Please don’t break it.”

According to Deek, she sometimes goes through the things in his cart and either steals or breaks them. Yet rather than show animosity, he endures her tantrums and expletives with startling grace. Never holds a grudge against her and remains a steadfast friend. So maybe THIS is why he used to explode at me so often: all that resentment bottled up!

So before returning hovel for the night I handed Deek another lighter, seeing as she still held onto the one he loaned her.

Before hitting the sack I looked out the window once more and was pleased to see Hjlemar visiting with Deek for awhile, too, before he finally departed with pups and cart about twenty minutes later.

Now, last night a rude incident occurred out front while Deek was sitting outside with the doggies bundled up in a sleeping bag. A young black dude dressed to the nines in a bulky sweater of colorful squares walked by, upon which Flaco & Lucky started to bark like wild. Deek held onto their collars, said sorry. But instead of moving on, the dude turned around and began barking back at the dogs, as if that were a funny thing to do. Causing the canines to react in a greater frenzy, of course.

Deek did not scream back at him, but calmly held the pooches in his arms until the idiot finally took off. However, he returned a minute later from the Hohokum smoke shop and handed Deek a fiver. I guess in apology, but why then did he proceed to yell at the dogs once more, before leaving for good? Be that as it may:

Just sharing with you certain incidents that show Deek’s mature handling of aggravating situations that certainly impress the heck out of yours truly. Now finally, this afternoon:

Deek showed up around 1 PM, and the first thing he said was: “What a nice day, huh?”

I agreed: after that string of gray, rainy days it sure was keen to have a sunny, warmish day at last. Again, he displayed a more sweet disposition that he hasn’t shown for years, except these past weeks since he acquired that tiny cabin.

He requested two rap artists to add to his growing collection: “Teejay3k” and “Ricky B.” Thought I’d have it all set up in just a short while…so I explained to him that’s a two or three hour project. I’d have to download each video from Youtube, then convert them all from mp4 to mp3.

“And when you’re talkin’ around a hundred songs, that takes time,” I added. “But let me see what I can find first, then I’ll let you know what to expect.”

Let me explain what’s going on, Wattson: he’s sticking to his speaker instead of a smartphone these days. In which case he only wants a small number of songs, relative to what he stores on his phone…small number being around a hundred, in contrast to thousands. Seeing as with a speaker you don’t have an LCD screen with a menu by which you can scroll to whatever song or album you want in a pinch. Instead you are relegated to the speaker playing one song after another, in alphabetical order, and you can only go blindly forward or backward one by one, by pressing a button. And having TOO many songs makes it a headache and a half if you want to switch to another rap artist. So, once or twice a week, he asks me to replace his present collection with a new one. He doesn’t ask for any particular artist (for the most part), just wants something different. After all, his library of 5,000-plus songs (and still growing) are all ones he’s personally chosen, so no matter which songs I put on the chip, he’s gonna like ’em.

When I returned to tell him I found both items he requested, he said take your time, maybe put some “Too Short” albums on his chip after deleting what’s already on it, and he’ll come back later. Now, the old Deek would never say that, or be so placid about it. He would’ve exploded in a fury, demanding he get those songs NOW. Instead, he suggested I put some different songs onto the chip that he already has in his collection, and I could do my downloading and converting at my leisure.

I said sure, that’ll work, then just as I was about to enter my building he called to me: “Um, also get me the rapper Dog Hustler and an album called “Bay Area Rap Instrumentals.”

I said okay, but that will add another hour or two for this project. He said fine, so I rushed back upstairs to delete his chip and transfer a bunch of Too Short albums onto it, which only took a few minutes. When I returned outside I handed it to him and said: “Eleven albums by Too Short, that should keep you busy and outta my hair!”

He smiled, said thanks and sat outside for another ten minutes or so before departing.

He returned just before twilight (much later than I expected), and I was glad to tell him I found ALL the songs he wanted, already downloaded to a new chip and numbered a total of 133. So we exchanged chips and he popped the new one in. It looked like he was planning to hang out front for awhile, since he just purchased a beverage and a cigar from the smoke shop and sat down beside the hounds. Since they were sitting on concrete I suggested I bring down some cardboard and a sleeping bag for the pups. Instead of griping in opposition (as was his wont until recent vintage) he simply said: “Good idea, thanks.” He also did not object when I put a new pair of sweaters on them.

Before returning hovel I pet the pups now snug in their nest and told Deek if he wants to take the sleeping bag with him, that’s fine…otherwise call up to my window when he’s about to leave so I can stash it away for another time.

About a half hour later he hollered up, told me he’s leaving now. So I went downstairs to collect the comforter and wish them all godspeed and happy trails. I watched them wander off into the distance as they crossed Noe Street, pleased as punch for yet aNOTHER peaceful meetup in this growing string of consecutive meetups. Of course, both Lucky & Flaco looked back at me a few times in kind regret.



“Corn” is the name these crashers are calling up to Karlsen’s window, I just discovered right when I was composing the third paragraph above. For once more some houseless fellow stood outside and hollered up, and this time I clearly heard him say “Corn!” several times over. What a shitty nickname to have.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Alvin’s put himself into a bad situation, it seems
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 21, 2023 at 10:47 PM

> So who is the beautiful man/boy??  What’s the rest of the story? My lip is zipped, of course.

There are three emails I sent him, previous to the one forwarded to you. It took me almost an hour to put them all together in chronological order because some were already in the trash folder, some in the sent folder, and a few in my Alvin folder. They’re all short, but I’m including them so you’ll get a good idea of how our conversation evolved. I marked the email I sent (after those three), followed by the remainder of our exchanges so far, the last one being a shocker, which may piss him off royally.

On 2023-03-21 14:34, Alvin Hope wrote:

> It’s raining cats and dogs and spiders and werewolves, so it’s a busy day in the barnyard. Lots of excitement as spring vigorously goes back to winter. What ho and high ho. Yesterday was lovely, one day of warm sunshine to keep us hoping for spring. Meanwhile, the sky has opened and you know what that means! What ho and high ho. Humpty Dumpty is back on his wall, geting ready for another plunge. Aslan is about to trap the White Witch and undo all her ice palace spells.

Send me one of those them-thar werewolves, I could use the company! Just tell him he needs to bring his own toothbrush.

On 2023-03-21 15:24, Alvin Hope wrote:

> I may be dating one right now. His obsession with Anne Rice is revelatory as are his unusual and hot facial decorations. I don’t know yet how serious he is about this but have resisted the kiss on the neck while going for all manner of other excitements.

You’ll know by the next full moon.

On 2023-03-21 15:35, Alvin Hope wrote:

> I realize I am conflating werewolves with vampires. Sorry, very sloppy on my part.

Yes, I was wondering about that. I’m not the least bit attracted to vampires, but werewolves make me howl. Explains my undying devotion to Canis familiaris.

> My friend would be appalled if he is a vampire being called a werewolf.

He’d probably accuse you of pulling the wool over his eyes.

> Anyway, he’s very beautiful and I am falling in love, not what one prudently does with either vampires or werewolves. I have always admired prudence, something I may be entirely lacking.

Prudence the vampire may enjoy hearing you say that to her face.

—–  (Here’s the email I sent you:)

On 2023-03-21 16:09, Alvin Hope wrote:

> Interesting thought. It’s coming up. I will definitely plan an evening with him during that time.

I was just joking.

> It’s an extremely complex relationship so far.

What relationship isn’t?

> Opposites attract? I am surprised how strong my feelings are for this person whom I hardly know but already want to move in with. My best friend, a woman, has us on her radar, so i feel relatively safe. Plus, he’s really a nice person underneath all the same social missteps that I have. I think we both screw up a lot. All rational signals say no but I am not rational when it comes to love, lust and sex. Just go for it. Writing about him makes me think about him and I want him here right now! My hot beautiful man/boy whom I love.

I would be cautious. I’m somewhat younger than you (72) and I would not allow anyone to get so intimate with me at this advanced age. Not that anyone’s interested, mind you…thus someone who shows interest is most likely faking it. Old queers are prey for young scoundrels, and some of them can put on a really convincing act. If he’s a homeless drifter, be extra cautious. Main point of concern: you hardly know him.

Also: you have a home, money, possessions, and your health is fragile at the moment.

– Zeke

On 2023-03-21 20:29, Alvin Hope wrote:

> Totally, thank you. I will keep your words in my heart. They provide balance. I have only shared this with my two women friends and one I can tell is in my ballpark totally and the other is vague. I am much closer to women in my life than to men right now. Where I live there is almost no gay presence. When I first met him, I told him I was gay because I wanted to end it if it weren’t possible for him. He said nothing. The second time we met, he came to my house and said he had had gay experiences, too, which opened the door. Mostly, he’s one of the kindest, most thoughtful people I’ve ever met. I love sitting with him and talking. Also, he has 7 cats. Yeah. That caught my attention right there. Warmest Greetings,

7 cats? That’s a good sign, I’d say. Personally, if I met a youngish fellow whose company I’d really enjoy, I’d shoot for a warm, platonic friendship. Sex is so messy and often wrecks the relationship. He seems nervous about the gay part anyway, so putting that kind of pressure on him might drive him away. He may be considering sex only because he needs a friend, but isn’t truly into it.

On 2023-03-21 20:07, Alvin Hope wrote:

> “He’d probably accuse you of pulling the wool over his eyes.” I sense that has a deeper meaning but I can’t figure it out.

I meant it only as a pun, considering the furriness of a werewolf.

> My Dad was a master at social, loved it, and I got to watch and learn. So, tomorrow should be a lot of fun. I’m actually not too nervous. If he wears eye makeup, warrior face makeup and spikes his hair with gel, which he likes to do, it could get very interesting. I like it a lot. My woman friend is very brave with questions and my brother is a total sweetheart, so it will go well.

Good to know, have an excellent time, all of you. Let me know how it goes, please.


On 2023-03-21 20:34, Alvin Hope wrote:

> Thank you. I will. This really helps me keep it excellent.

I hope so, and wish you the best.

> I have to give a report to someone I respect.

Well, do that first, then get back to me. :D



On 2023-03-21 20:57, Alvin Hope wrote:

> Very true and very wise words. He initiated sex with us by saying, out of the blue, one evening here, “So, do you want to fool around?” I had already told him I can’t get hard and don’t come, so there was no surprise when that all proved to be true. We have been together three times now and it’s still a mystery but not a bad one. I sense that he likes me and doesn’t know how to say it, and that this is mostly new territory for him. I am very attracted to him and have told him, so I can just relax and take it easy. I know he could leave Sonora and my life and that is a possibility I don’t like at all, so we’re still in the process of making an initial real blending if it’s going to be. Yeah, the age difference is such that I would be his grandfather, not even his father, so that’s strange for us both I suspect. He is 34 and I am 82. I think we like each other but how deeply loyalty runs remains to be seen. I initially walked up to him and said hello because a very powerful voice in my head told me to do that. So strong.

Okay. Have you met his cats?

On 2023-03-21 21:11, Alvin Hope wrote:

> Yes

Where…in his van down by the river?

YOU’RE IN DANGER, Alvin, and you shouldn’t have ever invited him to your home. HE INITIATED SEX WITH YOU…that’s to win you over. I’m guessing now my joke about him pulling the wool over your eyes was a subconscious warning bubbling up before I even knew it. But a couple of emails later it suddenly clicked in:

Psychopaths are often stunningly good looking and know how to USE those looks to their advantage. They play the scintillatingly charming fellow to perfection, they are masters at it. Depending on how deep his psychopathy goes, he’ll do anything from rob you while you’re asleep (including your wallet and laptop) to refusing to leave and force you under his will, to being violent against you and your cats, to murder.

His playing modest is an ACT, like he’s almost a virgin when it comes to gay trysts, which makes him seem tastier to his prey. His “shyness” about meeting your friends is feigned: he wants to avoid meeting anyone else at your home, at all costs…or anyone else who even KNOWS you. Hopefully, then, he WON’T show up at the arranged get-together. Though he MIGHT drop over later, or another day whenever he knows the coast is clear, sex you up a few more times before he starts to go berserk on you.

This is an absurdly CLASSIC textbook setup of a young, handsome hustler hitting up an old, gay man who lives by himself in a rural town infested with right-wing troglodytes. In fact it’s so “textbook” it’s fukkin CORNY, and I’d like to think you’re just pulling my leg. UNBELIEVABLE you could ever fall for such an obvious dupe. YOU’RE 80 FUKKIN YEARS OLD! Are you perhaps on some soothing meds for your recent surgery, that turn you all lovey-dovey like MDMA? And thus in a state of poor judgment?

WAKE UP, MR. HOPE, YOU’RE IN DANGER! And I don’t know how you’re gonna drive him away peacefully, should he persist in visiting or stalking you. It is therefore my UTMOST hope the very idea your friends are gonna show up to meet him scared him away FOR GOOD.

–end (so far)

Subject: I just sent Alvin THIS addendum:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 21, 2023 at 11:45 PM

He hasn’t replied to my previous message yet, but then I remembered his email where he said the dude is into Anne Rice’s vampire novels. So I posted the following:


Subject: And he’s into VAMPIRES!

For most, vampire tales are simply entertaining chills. Though SOME do take them very seriously…and, in light of what you’ve told me about this fellow, I’m guessing he takes vampirism as a solemn belief. So I decided this would be an excellent question to ask ChatGPT:

“How gruesome are Anne Rice’s vampires?”

And here’s the reply:

Anne Rice’s vampires are known for being very dark and gruesome. In her novels, Rice portrays vampires as tortured and tragic figures who are cursed to live forever as predators who must feed on human blood to survive.

Rice’s vampires are often depicted as having a fierce hunger for blood, which they satisfy by brutally attacking and feeding on their victims. The process of feeding is described in graphic detail, with Rice emphasizing the violence and horror of the act.

Additionally, Rice’s vampires are also known for their physical transformations, which can be very gruesome. For example, in her novel “Interview with the Vampire,” the protagonist Louis is described as undergoing a painful transformation as his body is transformed into a vampire. This process is depicted as both physically and emotionally traumatic.

Overall, Rice’s portrayal of vampires is known for being very dark and gruesome, emphasizing the horror and tragedy of the vampire condition.

He IS a vampire, Alvin, but I mean that metaphorically. In that such types mesmerize their prey, then suck the life force outta them.

– Zeke


Subject: Further dialog with Alvin (2 emails)
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2023 at 10:34 AM

On 2023-03-22 00:48, Alvin Hope wrote:

> Thanks, I’ve not thought of this but it doesn’t quite fit. Still, thank you for caring and alerting me. You have made me more accurate. I feel I’ll know more after tomorrow. Your email is like ice water. Am I woken up or frozen?

I’m not there, I haven’t met the person, and the situation is a classic setup, based on what you have reported. It fits in like a jigsaw puzzle that even a child could put together in five minutes. Of course I hope I’m wrong. Proceed with great caution. I wouldn’t even allow myself any sort of physical intimacy at my age…I’d go for a platonic friendship at best, and not reveal where I live for quite some time.

Now I’m wondering if he has so many cats because he sacrifices them?


On 2023-03-22 01:29, Alvin Hope wrote:

> This all could be true. I’ve got to be careful.

You’re already in it pretty deep.

> I’m glad my brother is coming up. He’s very low key and sweet but misses nothing. (We both are damaged in the same way by our mother who took our self-confidence away.)

Hopefully he’ll be packing heat when he arrives.

> It’s hard living up here in such loneliness. I have met two guys after I got out of the hospital, neither really able to lovingly reciprocate.

Even nice people keep their distance because you never know with strangers until it’s too late. Our society has fragmented…no more casual hangouts or hobby groups to congregate and get to know people. Except churches, gun clubs and Trump rallies: all right-wing venues. Otherwise it’s all been relegated to cyberspace, a weak alternative. The public commons has been destroyed.

> Haven’t had this problem before

Most gay people have; you’re an exception. Though I think you should’ve been aware of this dark side all along, considering all the bashing, terrorism and killing going on against LGBTs. And how most churches preach hatred against them. Been going on for centuries, some eras more violent than others, like an up and down wave on a statistical chart.

> and wonder if it’s some late life lesson I have to learn.

I doubt it. Other than an opportunity to stand up against evil…assuming my conjecture about him is correct.

> Never felt lonely and needy but do now. Wonder if it’s because I lived with so many people coming in and out of my room in hospitals for so long that I got used to it. Not sure, just different now.

Feeling lonely and needy is a state of mind, like any other emotion. I got over it some years back. Whenever such feelings well up I nip ’em in the bud, reminding myself that’s an immature reaction and I know better.

> Don’t have male friends here and miss the masculine vibe a lot. All my friends are loving sweet caring women.

I’d give my eye teeth to have a good friend in my world, male or female or anywhere in between, who I can meet up with on a frequent basis. Count your blessings, Alvin. I DO have an excellent friend, and have for years…though it’s via the Internet only, a wonderful woman. So my best friends I get to actually SEE are of a different species, and their names are Flaco & Lucky. Their owner, however, leaves much to be desired in the way of friendship.

> I may have retarded development and am going backward.

I don’t think so, it’s just that your situation with “vampire boy” is both strange and alarming. You are acting like you’re under the influence of a powerful, tranquilizing drug (with consequent poor judgment)…and I’m guessing that’s from the medication you take to heal from surgery.

> My Mom wanted to destroy me and I feel like she may be finally succeeding. Maybe that is what is going to happen. There are haters in my family so I know all about that. It’s not me and it’s not lasting. Love is lasting I know.

Time to love thyself above and beyond anyone else…this is an emergency!

> Tomorrow is a new day and will be better. I hope it warms up. I want to wake up smiling.

One can CHOOSE to wake up smiling, regardless of the weather. And regardless of anything else for that matter, in spite of one’s difficulties. Trust the Great Spirit that all crises resolve themselves peaceably, no matter how scary the situation appears. Psalm 23:4:

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.”

BTW: what ARE this fellow’s “unusual and hot facial decorations,” as you say. What kind of symbols or designs in particular? Do they show the clean lines and solid colors of a professional tattoo artist, or do they appear more “homemade?” The latter would suggest gang member affiliation or time in prison. Though some are just into primitive self decoration without any dark background. Nonetheless, unsettling. I am sure your brother will be seriously putt off by that alone.

Does he ever speak of Buddhist, Native American or other illuminating influences? How well educated is he? I am assuming he’s homeless, maybe lives out of a vehicle, travels around…seeing as you have not divulged his living situation yet. Nothing wrong with that per se, but other things you’ve told me about him sound the alarm in my brain.

–end (for now)

The Muffin Chapter

January 14, 2023

[Brindlekin Tales – Book 7: Chapter 5]

Re: “I’ve never been that happy in my entire life!”
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 10, 2023 at 1:35 PM

> English muffins give me reason to live…

It’s the crunch with the munch that I love a bunch, for breakfast, supper or even lunch!

Re: 2 Quick Visits, Then Gone
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 10, 2023 at 1:59 PM

[Referring to my saccharine greeting to Kevin:]

> This is good. Kill ’em with kindness.

Two down, one to go.

[Referring to my club footed serial killer vignette:]

> Now THAT’S inspired!!!!!!

I had fun conjuring up THAT one. The stormy gray sky made for a perfect backdrop. Not to mention the creaky old turn-of-the-last-century building itself, with cheaply carpeted floors and a fading blood stain on the stairway wall.

> I know. People are SO willing and eager to jump on the Fauci-the-Villain bandwagon. We should be putting up statues of him and heaping on him medals of honor and Nobel prizes and brass figligees.

That’s right. But such is the way true heroes are treated…almost like a mark of courage.

[Referring to the impact I’ve had on the MCN mailing list:]

> There’s a small but howling lynchmob faction who would drag me out of my house and tar and feather me if they knew you’re on the list because of me! I just sit back like the Empress Wu and watch the tiny mortals scurry about.

What fun! Always at your service, My Osmium Empress of the Netherworlds.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: 2 dogs are okay for emergency shelter, according to this article.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 12:25 PM

Deek just didn’t bother to seek protection from the storm. However, a HOT agent did try to get him into a shelter, and said they’re all booked up. And according to the article, it’s just a 24 hour reprieve, so I guess the unhoused must stand outside in a long line, out there in the rain, each and every time through this string of storms. So how can I really blame Deek under such a Kafkaesque scenario?

Heavy unabating drizzle (“light rain?”) since 9:30 AM. Deek has not dropped by since yesterday afternoon, to pick up his JBL Partybox. I forgot to return the sweater, which I hung to dry; it was only slightly damp in the first place. So right when he began to walk away I said:

“Hold on, Deek, let me rush upstairs to get you that sweater, it’s dry now!”

“No thanks,” he replied. “I might come back for it tonight.”

I didn’t believe he would, and he didn’t. So there’s only one doggy sweater, if any, back at his campsite. Regardless, I DO hope he’s keeping the pups warm and dry in that tent which he may or may not really be using, with those two sleeping bags that he may or may not have anymore, that may or may not be soaking wet at this point. Meanwhile:

Yesterday morning I had another run-in with Scooter, this time in the lobby where he was about to exit. He thanked me again for allowing him to use the shared commode. So I said:

“Doesn’t Karlsen have his own bathroom?”

He replied that yes he does, but the toilet’s clogged. That figures. So now what, Wattson, is he gonna start knocking on my door whenever he needs to take a dump? Or will Karlsen bother to inform the manager to get that toilet repaired? I’d rather not complain to Kevin about a homeless guy who appears to have moved in thanks to Karlsen’s stupidity. Even though Scooter may be dangerous due to his local history of walking around out front, screaming and cussing like the meth freak he is. IOW I am not the least bit assuaged by his polite demeanor of recent vintage. And Kevin is just too untrustworthy a manager to take any complaint I have seriously. But if Scooter DOES start knocking on my door I will surely complain, nonetheless.

I don’t think he knows exactly where I reside, and I hope it stays that way. Though not knowing whether or not I’ll encounter him whenever I step out of my room is NOT a pleasant way to live, nor do I deserve this new stress factor in my world. I also am concerned he may start asking me to let him inside the building, should he see me enter or leave. Or even start calling up to my window for that! In which case I’ll probably go over Kevin’s head and call the SFPD.

Last night around 11 PM I heard his shrill, repeated whistle and hollering up to Karlsen. Whether eventually he got inside or not I have no idea. But this shit’s gotta end! Here’s another gruesome thought for ya, Wattson:

Imagine if Scooter remains residing there for weeks until a gag-inducing rotten smell from that unit overwhelms the hallway, and the homeless intruder gets arrested for illegally occupying a studio apartment paid for by a resident who is now a corpse? Cue appropriate theme music here:

Re: 2 dogs are okay for emergency shelter, according to this article.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 2:21 PM

> Not even remotely farfetched.

I’m putting it all on record via my tales, regarding further incidents of lousy management that may further empower my oncoming lawsuit. Surely a rotting corpse will help my case immensely. Or even just what’s going on now. But a decomposing occupant is preferable, so keep your fingers crossed.

Karlsen lives right across Adisa and mom’s old apartment, which I think is now occupied again, though I don’t know who it is. But I wonder if the new resident has complained about any disturbances coming from that unit. Considering all the scary stuff that goes on in Hotel California North, I’m surprised most tenants haven’t fled in a panic! Well, maybe that explains the high turnover?

All we need now is for Adisa to break into the building in a bad-batch-of-meth frenzy, wreaking havoc till he’s carted off to jail or an institution. Wouldn’t THAT be dandy. Jeez, this gloomy weather is giving me a deluge of Gothic musings…but it’s all grist for the blog mill AFAIC. Continuously watching catastrophic climate change doomer videos doesn’t help matters any. I feel like the Grim Reaper kicking back with popcorn and Pepsi, witnessing the fruits of his labor ripen.

Worse yet: my supply of English muffins ran out yesterday. I only eat the whole wheat variety, but since the supply line for many items has become sporadic thanks to this ongoing pandemic, local corner stores sometimes take weeks to get a fresh replacement. Which supply is usually limited to two or three packages of six muffins each (not counting the sickly white flour equivalent)…so I usually snatch ’em all up, probably to the disappointment of other customers. So whenever I suffer a dearth of muffins, I make my own halvah out of three rectangular whole wheat Ak-mak crackers ground to a meal with my blender, two dashes of Ceylon cinnamon powder, three tablespoons of tahini, and two teaspoons of raw honey. Mix it all up and eat with a spoon, washing it down with Rosenberg’s golden elixir. In conclusion:

Were it not for two, sweet little hounds I’d have morphed into a basket case long ago! If only they could have sanctuary with me now…I owe them so much.

> “Good evening.”

See attachment.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 2 dogs are okay for emergency shelter, according to this article.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 3:47 PM

> My absolute favorite English Muffins are “Rudi’s.” Can only get them in the little old health food store in Ft. Bragg, and they get snatched off the shelf almost instantly. Whole wheat, organic, fantastic flavor and crunchy texture. The best! When I can’t get those, the next best are (believe it or not) Safeway’s own brand. Also whole wheat, very fresh and flavorful.

I just checked Amazon for Rudi’s and was delighted to see they sell ’em, too…and accept my EBT card. Unfortunately, there’s a $4.99 delivery fee for orders less than $35. A package of Rudi’s costs $5.79 each, thus I’d have to order SEVEN to avoid delivery fee! So it’s off to Safeway I go, once the rains stop for awhile, probably some time tomorrow. But with my luck they most likely won’t be in stock. In which case I’ll order three packages of Rudi’s English muffins from Amazon, plus whatever else I need, that I normally buy around the corner.

The whole wheat muffins I get are Orowheat brand, and they’re inferior. It’s just that they’re the only brand of muffins I can buy within walking distance (except Safeway, which I mostly avoid, but I didn’t know about their muffins till today). Years ago I used to buy multi-grain English muffins from a health food store in Cole Valley: INCREDIBLE! Forgot which brand they were, but they’ve long since stopped carrying them (and that shop shut down over a decade ago)…I’ve never tasted such a delicious English muffin since. Orowheat’s the bottom of the whole wheat muffin barrel…were there such a thing in the first place.

> Damn, that sounds good.

Homemade halvah: scrumptious and easy to fix…and pretty nutritional.

> One of these days….

I’m sure my darling brindlekin will be living with me again, one way or another. Perhaps after the apocalypse when there will be hardly anyone else around, and I can have my pick of housing, including a residence with a big ol’ backyard where the pups can play in safety. I’ll keep Deek tied to a chain in one corner of the yard.

> I love it!!!!!!! Such memories! Hitchcock, Twilight Zone, Max Fleischer cartoons, Mad Magazine: all helped shape my young brain.

I knew you’d like it…just the tersest of greetings that have become the trademark words of a classic voice from the horror genre of our formative years. Now, I have a question for you:

It’s about a word you used at the end of this following sentence from a message you posted me yesterday. I couldn’t find it anywhere on the ‘net, including Meriam-Webster. So I’d like to know if it’s a REAL word or a typo:

“We should be putting up statues of him and heaping on him medals of honor and Nobel prizes and brass figligees.”

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: What the heck, I just ordered 6!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 4:27 PM

Six packages of Rudi’s whole wheat English muffins comin’ up! I tried to purchase 7, but the limit is one less, so I also ordered an 8 ounce tub of Amazon Kitchen garlic hummus for $2.49, which gave me a grand total of $37.23 via EBT. So no delivery fee, but if you’re not careful you’ll miss the suggested $5 tip way at the bottom…which I didn’t, so turned THAT to zero. Delivery will occur between 7 and 9 PM tonight. I have a freezer to store all those muffins. But screw it, I’ll eat TWO per day for now on! Perfect for a healthy boy still growing.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I sent my latest tale to Marshall this morning (as I do every Wednesday), and he posted back a bit later to say he got it. He always lets me know, since those two times in a row he slipped up. What a boost this is in my life…weekly installments of Brindlekin Tales up there in Mendoland. How the unicorns must be dancing! I don’t think the rain bothers them one bit.

Re: What the heck, I just ordered 6!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 7:04 PM

> Wow! Where did you order the muffins from??

Amazon of course. But I think they’re out of stock for a short while, because they don’t show up anymore since I ordered six packages. So maybe my attempt to purchase seven was because six was all they had left. But I just found a store that sells Rudi’s muffins within a short walking distance:

Mollie Stones.

Where Arwyn works.

Is that funny or what?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 2 dogs are okay for emergency shelter, according to this article.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 7:44 PM

> It’s a real-ish word. I heard it in a comedic context, someone spoofing military honors: “Yeah, we’re gonna give you a brass figligee and a bronze oak-leaf cluster.”

Love it, thanks! I’m keeping it in my tales then, including your explanation so readers may enjoy the intentional malapropism, or “mispronuncication.” I got that word by looking up the question: “what do you call a word intentionally mispronounced for humor,” which spat out this article.

Re: 2 dogs are okay for emergency shelter, according to this article.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 7:51 PM

> Definitely inferior, but far better than no muffin at all…

Any muffin in a storm.

> With a piece of cardboard for him to sleep on, of course!

Certainement! I’d never deny him that small comfort, like he does the pups. I’m a better man than that.

Subject: Muffins arrived a few minutes ago!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 9:19 PM

I was on the alert for a text from Amazon that the delivery person would soon arrive, or was waiting by the front gate…so I could go downstairs to pick up the items pronto. The delivery window was scheduled between 7 and 9 PM, and it was around 8:40 when I received a text that my items were just delivered! So I opened my door to head downstairs to the lobby, but:

[Lo and behold, like the oysters in Lewis Carroll’s “The Walrus and the Carpenter” the muffins were standing around right by my door, eager to step inside.]

To my surprise, the groceries were right beside the door in two paper bags. No knock on the door, no “Hello, is anybody home?” At any rate:

36 Rudi’s muffins have a new home in my freezer, and 6 others are thawing out in the balmy comfort of the fridge. And tomorrow morning I will take my first bite of a brand of English muffin I have never tasted before, but which I’m sure will delight both my palate and tongue! Because they come highly recommended by an outstanding human being who has never steered me wrong, never will (except when it comes to pumpkin pie which I find disgusting), and has always been the most benevolent, stalwart confidante I or anyone else will ever have the good fortune to know.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Rudi’s English muffins are back on the Amazon shelves, though only as an 8-pack, $48.24.

But there is also “Dave’s Killer Bread Rockin’ Grains English Muffins,” which are mostly whole wheat, at $7.49 a pack.

And finally, “Food For Life, Sprout 7 Grain English Muffins, Organic” that I would’ve bought instead, if I knew about it, $7.29 a pack.

Re: Muffins arrived a few minutes ago!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 11, 2023 at 10:48 PM

> Oh, gawrsh. I sure hope you like them. I realized after I recommended them to you that the variety I get in FB are Rudi’s Multigrain with Flax English muffins. But I suspect the whole wheat will be delish, too. And those other brands look good, too. The search for the perfect muffin!

I’m sure they will be quite tasty. But that IS funny. Have an excellent night and pleasant muffin dreams! Deek has NOT shown up this evening and I’m wondering if he actually got some temporary indoor shelter. I sure hope so!

Subject: Rudi’s whole wheat muffins suck…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 12, 2023 at 9:44 AM

…whatever morose feelings that may haunt me in my morning resurrection, right outta the park. Delightfully crunchy toasted, umami yeast tang thrills the tongue…satisfies my English muffin cravings like Orowheat never could. Huzzah!

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Re: Rudi’s whole wheat muffins suck…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 12, 2023 at 2:01 PM

> Had me goin’ for a second there!

The Muffin Devil made me do it.

> I’m eating my surprisingly adequate Safeway muffin now, with butter and honey and a cup of black tea.

Tahini and honey is also good, which is how I’m having my second muffin in a moment. Anyway, Deek and pups are back, and it’s sunny and dry today. They’re relaxing out front right now, see pics. I asked if he still has his campsite with tent and sleeping bags. He just sat there nodding his head about to drift off to sleep, mumbled “I dunno.” He has few possessions with him now (not even a shopping cart), just the JBL monster, smartphone and that large blue drop cloth Flaco is lying down on like the Queen of Sheba. Lucky’s on the right, where I laid down cardboard and another new sleeping bag for the handsome lad.

Some hissy-fit disruption when he showed up, but nothing to write home about. He left me with the pups for about a half hour, so I fed and watered them, enjoyed their company till their master returned. Neck scritches, belly rubs and affectionate reverie all around.

Another storm comin’ up tonight and all the way into Sunday, heavy rains and thunder Friday and Saturday. Then the worst is over, I hope. I can’t afford any more sleeping bags, he needs to recycle the ones I gave him. but I don’t see it happening.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Rudi’s whole wheat muffins suck…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 12, 2023 at 3:01 PM

> That’s a prize-winning photo. content, angle, composition, color.

Thank you. But as i’ve said before, this is destiny: the prose, the photos, the videos, the audio pieces create themselves, unbidden. Some of which have just been sitting there for years in a dusty corner, waiting to appear onstage in my Brindlekin saga…like an old illustration from the 19th century or a voice from early television. Others that come to me unbidden are either recent or appear right before me at the moment, such as an image from a search engine, a post from the MCN discussion list, a spontaneous remark from a stranger that lights up my tales, and so forth.

This is why my stories are so astounding, for I am merely the recording secretary, and inspiration is my pen. And Marshall’s narration of passages from these tales becomes part of the story itself, expanding upon it. IOW my creation is self aware, and will some day change many lives for the better, drawing them into my opus as new, and welcome, characters. You and Marshall, along with some others, are the vanguards. My story becomes everyone’s story over the long, long run.

My tales are a multimedia feast. As time passes and my books get published, my WordPress site will remain the only place to enjoy the full impact…along with other sites that serve to replicate it. Rough edges and all. BTW, this chapter in progress I have already entitled “The Muffin Chapter,” for obvious reasons. Sometimes the simple things in life (such as the crunchy delight of a morning repast) become far more important than “big” things, like the war in Ukraine, a global pandemic, etc. In fact, they may even liberate humanity and heal the planet. It all comes down to perspective…and maybe the marvelous humor and cleverness of Kismet.

> I can see that Deek is a handsome fellow….

Good thing he’s so obnoxious or I might be tempted. Nah, not really…I only have eyes for the demi-dachshund miracles. They fill my heart with more joy than I ever dreamed of.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Texting w/Wattson: 1/13/23

Subject: EMTs showed up in my building again, last night!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: January 13, 2023 at 4:30 PM

I heard the ambulance come howling up Market Street, and wondered if it was going to stop here. Sure enough it did, and I assumed it was another emergency call for my Bohemian trash neighbor, Karlsen. But when I stepped out my door a few minutes later, I heard voices from the floor above instead of around the corner, asking the usual medical questions to whoever was the patient.

I’m guessing it was our building manager, Kevin, who maybe collapsed in the hallway above, or leaned against the wall to keep from falling, or something like that. Because I’m sure it was his voice answering their queries as an EMT instructed the patient to sit down and not move. Or PERHAPS he was a helpful bystander and the patient could not speak at the moment.

Of course I didn’t pry by walking upstairs to take a gander, or standing around on my floor to watch whomever being spirited away. Deek and pups were camped outside for the evening, so I came downstairs to check on them, as an excuse to witness who would be exiting the front gate on that gurney presently parked in the lobby, unoccupied.

“Who’s THAT for?” queried Deek pointing at the ambulance the moment I stepped out.

“The building manager,” I replied. “Told you he wasn’t long for this world!”

“It couldn’t be!” he exclaimed. “I just saw him leave the building and cross the street a few minutes ago. Isn’t he that old man who walks with a stoop and never talks to anyone?”

I was amused by Deek’s apt description, but figured his sense of time and place may be awry, considering what prolonged meth use does to a person. Since the hounds were fast asleep and tucked in their sleeping bag, I did not want to rouse them…and since Deek was preoccupied in conversating with another vagrant, I only waited five minutes before returning hovel, though the gurney remained vacant and I walked up the stairs unobstructed.

Though just before stepping inside, I told Deek I have only one sleeping bag left, so return this one before you leave, and bring back any that get wet so I can dry them, as I can’t afford to buy any more for the rest of the month. His response, Wattson?


A little while later I heard voices outside my door, so opened it a crack only to see no one pass by. “Oh, they’re exiting the building right now!” I concluded and quickly went to the window and looked out:

SOMEone was definitely being rolled out on the gurney, but from my angle and the darkness of night, I could NOT make out the face before he was gently lifted into the ambulance. I didn’t bother to run downstairs and ask Deek if he saw who it was, because I doubt from his seated position fifteen-and-more feet away, that would be possible.

It’s now the next day, and I have yet to find out who that person was, rushed to the ER. But I’m pretty sure it’s Kevin. And if so, no doubt there’ll be a notice to that effect in the lobby, in a day or two. Or I’ll hear about it one way or another. Or I’ll just cross paths with Kevin himself, if it wasn’t him. In which case I hope he doesn’t see the disappointment on my face!

As for last night’s meetup with Deek, it was pleasantly uneventful. He DID call me down to watch the quadrupeds for twenty minutes or so while he rushed off to Safeway. My Raggedy Trio departed around 10 PM, and I wished them a warm, dry and safe night, crouching down to give the mutts a hug goodbye. Flaco stood on her hind legs to kiss me on the face, while her brother squeezed himself through the narrow space between my calves, in a repetitious little circle while emoting groans of endearment. Once they took off I cleaned up what scant debris remained in their little spot out front. They have not returned today, yet; maybe they won’t. He kept the sleeping bag BTW.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Goodbye ATM Sanctuary

October 21, 2022

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 6: Chapter 19]

Subject: Thank you, Marshall McGee, and about that missing text:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announcement list
Date: October 18, 2022 at 8:53 PM

I emailed you the following via my gmail account a few days ago. But since I don’t know when you’ll get around to reading it, I thought I’d post a copy to the announcement list. Here goes:

I checked the pdf file you printed from, and it looks like you left out pages 3 and 4, because the last line before the missing text, and the first line after it, perfectly match what sentences embrace the body of text left out. My hunch is that either the printer skipped over those two pages, or they slipped out of your Friday night folder.

Nonetheless, an excellent narration and thank you immensely.

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Subject: They’re sealing off the ATM alcove!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: October 19, 2022 at 11:45 AM

As you can see by the attached image. So THAT sanctuary is now kaput. And there’s a lot of roadwork going on behind my building, so that’s ALSO kaput for the time being…hopefully until later today. It’s the only doggy rest station in my vicinity that provides shade for these sunny, warm days. The bus stop out front offers little, if any…unless the pups scoot under the floppy “Diane Feinstein” seats. They’re called that because while she was Mayor, she replaced the old above-ground transit butt-rests with ones vagrants couldn’t sleep on. At least she thought they couldn’t, but they do because they found a way to adjust their bodies to accommodate the new situation.

Nature’s ability to adapt under almost any major alteration in the environment is extraordinary! Or as the saying goes: necessity is the mother of invention. Stay tuned for further updates on my field work studying the local environs of Homeless sapiens. Ha, “Gorillas Revisited” has NOTHING over me; eat your heart out, David Attenborough!

Most of the time Deek’s shopping cart provides the shade when parked by the bus stop…if he has one at the moment, and if it’s stuffed with enough junk to block the sunlight. Well, I guess when it isn’t, I can bring one of my five-by-seven-foot plastic tarps down and fling it over the cart. Easy peasy.

Deek did NOT drop by at all yesterday, nor has he shown up today, so far. But I’m fine with watching the dogs again right now, except for the construction work going on around the corner, eliminating a shady refuge for the nonce. So I hope he holds off for another day, or at least till late afternoon.

Doesn’t look like Marshall is gonna narrate those two missing pages from my Paris tale, so I’m preparing to read them myself, and splice them into the audio file. Fine by me, should make for an interesting listener experience, anyway. But I’ll have to wait till eventide when the street cacophony simmers down. I can even do it on my Chromebook while in the tent, minus any interruptions like I had two nights ago.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thank you, Marshall McGee, and about that missing text:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: Marshall McGee
Date: October 19, 2022 at 12:01 PM

On 2022-10-18 17:30, Marshall McGee wrote:

> I’ll read another of your stories this Friday. Thanks for sending them.

Awesome. Obviously you’re picking them from the announcement list, so I won’t bother to send you a link to my latest piece anymore. They’re in chronological order, easy to figure out by the date of the first part of each file in case you get them mixed up. And it looks like the pdf format works for you. Have a great Friday, and I’ll listen to your podcast the next few evenings while relaxing with the pups in my Teton pop-up tent.

I could never give enough praise for our mutual friend, My Dear Wattson, for her many years as my greatest confidante and booster of my talent as an author. She’s the sister I’ve never had!

– Zeke

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thank you, Marshall McGee, and about that missing text:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: October 19, 2022 at 12:31 PM

> Nicely done, old chap!

I propose altering the Skunk Train route to extend all the way to San Franshitsco, right in front of my building. That way, I can finally visit you, and other amazing folks way up yonder in Unicorn Valley.

Subject: Too much activity!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: October 19, 2022 at 2:28 PM

1) Sidewalk maintenance behind my building:

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Looks like they’re wrapping things up, thank Polyphemus. That isn’t even a real vagrant you see sitting down on the left. He’s a long-term resident of the Castro, a disturbed individual always roaming about like a zombie, sometimes screaming into thin air. Has two other equally screwy brothers…all raised by a mentally deficient couple in their 90s by now. What’s gonna happen to them when their procreators perish…will they increase the local houseless population by three? I haven’t seen their father in over two years, so I presume he’s already departed from Crazyville.

2) Installing a plywood wall over the ATM alcove:

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The fire engine behind him is part of an unrelated though simultaneous event, which you will learn about right now.

3) Karlsen being escorted off to ER once again:

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First time I’ve seen him WALKING to the ambulance, though, instead of recumbent on a gurney! Just minutes before EMTs drove up, I saw Scooter standing around outside, but he was gone shortly. Though the day’s still young!

4) Now for an overlap between the above two events: our building maintenance man, Victor, talking to an EMT. No idea why:

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But he IS one of three workers boarding up the ATM sanctuary. His scowling at me the other day was most revealing. He’s never done that before; in fact he’s always been amicable. Like so many Latinos who flee to the United States for freedom, sanctuary and a decent income, they turn into Republican ass-wipes once they get those greens to fatten their wallet.

Well, everything’s calmed down since I took the snapshots and started composing this email. And we have a nice little spot of shade pooling by the bus stop, as the afternoon progresses:

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84 degrees outside right now. No Deek yet, which is good.

I thought I’d throw in this picture, too. Suffice it to say it shows San Franshitsco still lives up to its Lonely Planet downgraded rating. It’s a honey bucket world out here:

Funny how Deek has left me alone all day yesterday, and continues to do so today…right when I’m wrapped up in a writing frenzy…when I haven’t even talked to him yet about granting me alternate days freed up from pup sitting. It’s like he can read my mind. Another clue he’s one of my bodhisattva guardians, thus knows me inside and out without a word from yours truly.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thank you, Marshall McGee, and about that missing text:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: October 19, 2022 at 2:46 PM

> It yoosta be possible (though before my day) to travel by train from here to Bay Area. Skunk train to Willits, then connect with north-south passenger line. The tracks are still intact. There’s a sad little never-used railroad station right by 101 at Cloverdale, built about 30 years ago when there was talk of reviving passenger train service. It never happened, of course, so there it sits, like a Cargo Cult airstrip, built in hopes of luring trains to come down the tracks…

In which case I hope Timothy Dipalma’s prediction of a wormhole teleportation tunnel from my building to downtown Mendocino will come to pass very soon! I need a fukkin break. I could abscond with the doggies, then shut down the tunnel before Deek discovers it. God, that’s all we need is for him to show up there and make it his new stomping grounds! But at least you’d get to meet his furry angels.

Or even worse: all the meth freaks, crack heads and other assorted vagrants come funneling through the wormhole to deposit themselves in Mendoland! In which case I’ll arrive as well, and set up my Teton pop-up tent right in front of the Masonic Temple. That would be a hoot. You’d drop by now and then to join me in canine revelry! We can howl to the moon together…all four of us.

It’s awfully quiet now in the ‘hood, not a single indigent to be seen in any direction. I hope the local businesses and homeowners aren’t overly serious about pushing them ALL out…that would be devastating for Deek and those darling little hounds. If such be the case, my tent will become a political statement, as I will continue setting it up behind my building come hell or high H2O. Maybe it’s time to speak with Boulevard Joe about this, see what he has to say.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Deek stuck me with the pups again!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: October 19, 2022 at 3:46 PM

> It’s an astounding saga, and bound to be a classic, along the lines of Orwell’s Down and Out in London and Paris. Seriously!! What gives your story an extra dimension is the fact that two sweet little dogs are at the heart of it. They are the reason for it all. A beautiful story in a heartless world.

I cannot be more pleased with what the Fates have handed to my trust. It IS astounding, and on so many levels. The very inspiration from these stories–not to mention the manifestation of such wonderful scenarios that inspire me to take keyboard to screen–strongly suggests intervention from a higher power. And who doesn’t love a good doggy tale…or two, or three, or hundreds?

> But 13 hours?? He’s taking grotesque advantage of you.

It’s part of the saga, and for that reason makes sense. I trust things will balance out shortly, and he’s already left me alone for all of yesterday, and most of today. So that’s a good start.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Deek stuck me with the pups again! [FURTHERMORE]
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: October 19, 2022 at 6:00 PM

I like to think of my tales with more of O. Henry/Damon Runyon vibes than those of Orwell. Though I DID write that piece, “Down & Out in San Franshitsco,” so there ya go.

The humble lives of the poor, their loves, giving of gifts found on the streets that nonetheless come from the heart, their struggles to survive yet still retain integrity, goodness that flows from their hands in the face of abject poverty. their dreams still intact…all the marks of an O. Henry treasure.

Then there are the Runyon characters: softhearted gangsters (drug dealers in my case), ex-cons who’ve mended their ways and spread kindness to others, simpleminded folks with hearts of gold.

There are also religious strains running through my stories. My camping out to support a homeless friend and his dogs is akin to Jesus or the Buddha turning their backs on the privileged, and mingling with the poor, the homeless, the downtrodden and the disenfranchised.

Of course there are many OTHER literary and religious influences running threads through my Brindlekin Tales to form an exquisite tapestry of the human saga through a queer perspective. But I’ll leave it to those analysts qualified to dig out the myriad influences and references in my opus, for most of them come unbidden to my mind, like a rush of epiphanies which deeper implications I myself do not often grok, except maybe with hindsight, after they’ve been written down. Otherwise I’m at a loss, so must rely on the Zeke-Krahlinology experts who have yet to be born or manifest on this earthly plane. But when they do, I assure you, Wattson, I’ll be hounding them with TONS of questions!

It is also a story of friendship, as our emails carry on through the Hallowed Halls of Time, to some day inspire millions…and then billions as my works expand through the solar system and beyond. Then trillions, quadrillions, etc. Off they will go to intermingle with sapient populations across the infinite and eternal cosmos, with Arwyn at the helm. Unless he decides he’d rather remain here on earth and continue his employment at Molly Stone’s…in which case I’ll keep in touch via hyperdiaperphone (an invention I may decide to claim as my own, though I will actually steal it from the future, it’s a teensy, paper-thin device you stick to one or the other butt cheek, whichever is shown to be the most receptive…but we’re getting way too far ahead here for our own, puny hominid brains to comprehend).

Now here’s a snapshot of the just boarded up ATM money pod, to get us BOTH back down to earth (though I hope not to stay here very long and get back to the Brindlekin Windmills of My Mind):

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Well, THAT shrine to the homeless decorated with two incredible posters didn’t last very long, did it, Wattson? It will be interesting to see what kind of graffiti gets scrawled upon the plywood…or other posters/pictures. Maybe it will even be turned into a mural. But my main concern is that its closure may drive the rougher type around the corner and take over my little doggy-tent refuge. And then where would we go?

I’ve also been meaning to point out my gay-bible web host for quite some time now. Don’t you think it’s incredible they’ve kept their free service up for activists like me, for so many years now? As if it was set up mainly for yours truly, long before I even dreamed of putting up such a site. Part of the bodhisattva game plan, perhaps? I wouldn’t put it past them, good doctor.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Deek stuck me with the pups again! [FURTHERMORE]
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: October 19, 2022 at 11:24 PM

> Oh, I wasn’t comparing you to Orwell literarily. Only that, like him, you’ve gone into the heart of the beast and told the truth about what you saw.

That’s what Julia Vinograd once said to me about her poems: “I just write what I see.” I was a bit offended at first because I thought, “And I don’t?” But she never really knew me as an author, our association was superficial…she had her clique and I wasn’t part of it, though came close on one special day at Cafe Mediterraneum, when her literary circle invited me to their table, absent Julia. And perused my homemade book, “The Fag Bible.”

I thought of another book two days ago, “Black Like Me,” where the Caucasian author made himself appear African-American to see the world from their eyes. In my case, since I’ve been sitting on the sidewalk with two little pups these days, it’s “Homeless Like Me.” At the equivalent of almost six books total by now, my Brindlekin Tales sure cover a lot of ground, eh, Wattson?

> I KNEW that ATM alcove wouldn’t last more than a few minutes. Can’t have the houseless be safe, dry and comfortable, now can we?

They should revolt: set up their tents smack dab on Market Street, block traffic. Or congregate behind my building and spread out up and down Noe and 16th Streets, have cookouts, play music, sing songs. Free speech, bro! I’m gonna see what Blvd. Joe thinks of that idea.

So, no Deek all day today, which makes this two days in a row he’s been invisible. But I’m SURE he’ll show up early tomorrow and ask for his Sunday allowance in advance. Maybe he feels bad about leaving me out there so many hours both days, and figured he’d give me a break. He needs to know a full day dog sitting is FINE with me, so long as it’s not two days back-to-back…every other day is an excellent compromise. I’m actually meeting people and they listen to my story, how I’m not homeless myself, but my friend who owns these dogs is. This can lead to increasing support for the pups and their owner.

I just uploaded Marshall’s reading of my Paris piece, inserting a digital narration of those two missing pages. And I did not erase where he says some text is missing, kept it in there ’cause it’s got character…and the narration suddenly jumps to a digital voice to read the missing text, then later Marshall takes over again.

The Paris tale is a 23-minute reading. So I’m gonna keep my KNYO pieces to a length of between 20 to 35 minutes max. I’ve gauged the size of my text files so I’ll know where to stop. My original plan was for him to read an entire chapter, but they’re too long for his show: 45 minutes on average, a few go as high as an hour-plus! So Marshall reading selections from my chapters works out very well. The next piece coming up on the airwaves is “A Scammer & A Scooter,” which delves into the trail of blood mystery. He’s gonna love reading that!

Unfortunately, because of two pages missing, he didn’t get to read this:

I hadn’t even begun to break fast with my usual toasted Orowheat whole wheat English muffin slathered with I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter! No rest for the wicked, even less for the good. Or as Marshall likes to say on his show whenever someone calls in: “What fresh hell is this?”

But he DID enjoy reading another reference about him, where I call him “Marshall McGee,” and his show “Memo of the Weird.”

Though my chapters are a multimedia experience, I’ve adjusted my writing so that the listener of Memo of the Weird doesn’t feel like she’s missing anything, though may be curious enough to check out my blog…and my Youtube channel. Providing them to Marshall in pdf format maintains the links to pics and videos, which he can just skip over, while those MCN subscribers who read them, can copy and paste the links to get the whole enchilada. Pdf is also nice because it displays all the special characters that do not come through correctly on the text-only MCN lists. And the printouts do the same, thus more accommodating for Marshall to narrate.

Obviously he’s enthusiastic about narrating my tales every week from now on…an excellent sign that others will spread the word, and my writings will fan out in various media formats. Assuming I become famous, I guess he’ll be going along for the ride…and you, too, Morticia! And (good gawd) Deek!

So my court case is still out there floating around in the ether, which is most intriguing as it ties in with my Brindlekin Tales and LGBT homeless activism. Let’s see how the pot mixes all that into a savory curry in the long run! Fuck the tofu.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Deek and pups showed up right when I was about to email you this missive. Will tell more tomorrow, other than he’s not behaving like a jackass.

Subject: One Alone
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: October 19, 2022 at 2:39 PM

[Wattson: If you’re pressed for time, jump down to “part 2” about the SFPD speaking with me, and “part 3” where I take the first step toward driving Deek outta my world, and possibly calling Animal Control to take the pups.]

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First pic shows Deonte sleeping by the closed ATM nook, who’s only been on this block for less than two weeks, and found tenuous refuge in the ATM alcove until yesterday. Second shows him later that day, slumped down on a discarded office chair.

A young black fellow, couldn’t be more than 25, god only knows what HIS childhood was like, his family, schooling, and what depressing situation drove him onto the streets. Like so many houseless, he smokes meth, which helps blunt a harsh reality, makes life somewhat palatable. Deonte still smiles now and then, and when he does, it’s radiant. He still has all his teeth, and white as pearls. This is no lost soul. Not yet.

Once the ATM nook was boarded up by late afternoon yesterday, he showed up on my corner, seated in a cushioned swivel office chair by the bus stop and nodding his dreary head while the mellow, golden rays of the sun warmed him like a blanket. That blue sleeping bag you see cocooning him in the photo, he’s had since the first day he arrived on my block.

Funny that I’m looking for exactly that kind of chair to replace the one that finally broke at the armrest, and became dangerously wobbly as a result! But he needs it more than I do, obviously, so I wouldn’t dream of talking him out of it with a 20 dollar bill. Which I can’t afford anyway, as my October budget is tighter than a dying man’s grip on his gigolo’s collar.

Here’s a 17-second video commentary I shot below my window and in front of the now shuttered ATM homeless refuge, which piece I sarcastically call “Ebony & Ivory” because it depicts two homeless vagrants sleeping alongside each other, one white, one black:

After recording that video I proceeded to Rosenberg’s but stopped when I saw torn up chicken meat and bones strewn beneath the bus stop’s floppy black seats. All those tiny, splintery bones that tempt little doggies to scarf them up and possibly choke to death, or pierce their stomach lining and bleed out! Right where Deek usually parks his furry charges.

“I’ll pick them up when I return with my coffee,” I thought to myself, but a moment later decided to clean everything up now. I used the torn, greasy paper bag that still held some chicken parts, to grab as many pieces as possible and toss them into the garbage bin. I did this two more times before the sidewalk was clean of all chicken debris, and was pleased to have possibly saved a dog’s life, not just Flaco and Lucky’s.

It was only several minutes after I arrived hovel with my java and was ready to toast an English muffin when Deek called up to my window, shopping cart and hounds in tow (plus his new wagon piled high with whatever). He wanted me to bring down his hefty speaker I had charged overnight, and watch the dogs and cart. I told him fine, but I’m nervous about the police telling me to move on, in light of the recent sweep and banning shopping carts. So maybe he could check up on me in a few hours. Well guess what, Wattson, and I’m sure you can because so predictable:

He scoffed at my concern and request, just as he did last night when I told him I can sit the pups every OTHER day, and no more. Considering he’s been having me watch over them for 10 to 12 hours at a stretch the last couple of times, so I’ll need the following day free to myself. Otherwise, I cannot possibly handle the stress.

“I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT,” he scowled. “You’re no friend, you don’t really care about the dogs, I’ll just take ’em with me now, screw you! Just watch my cart, then!”

“Now how can I do that?” I retorted. “Sit by the window all day? Besides, you said there’s a war on shopping carts here in the Castro,”

Well, he grouched and whined and ridiculed me some more, but then handed me their leashes and told me to get everything set up for them; they already ate so just bring down some water, he’s gotta go now. So I escorted the mutts around the corner, tied them to a thin post in one of those movable metal fences the city provides for street maintenance, told them I’ll be right back and hurried upstairs. But before I could enter the building, Deek asked why behind I put them behind the building instead of at the bus stop?

I explained to him ’cause it’s more discreet in light of his shopping cart, and I’m gonna set up the tent, so the doggies can have a good rest. The foot traffic, other dogs walking by and the occasional lunatic along Market Street rob the pooches of their sleep, but just around the corner things are more peaceful. Then I dashed upstairs while he moved the cart to where the dogs were leashed, lodging it firmly against the fence by the curb, so it couldn’t start rolling down the hill by a mere push or tug.

He griped and snarled a bit more before departing with the pups, wagon and cart, and called out to me as he traversed 16th Street:

“Thank you! Thank you!”

I looked up from where I was tethering the furry quadrupeds to the cart, and smiled back. Then ran upstairs to collect the tent, two tarps (one to lay beneath the tent, the other to place within it) and what served for bedding (a large mattress cover and two doggy blankets, ’cause the wind was a bit chilly). Lucky and his sister immediately dashed into the tent soon as I untethered them, and curled up in happy balls of brindle. I then reattached their leashes, this time to the back of the cart, said I’ll be back in a minute and rushed hovel to toast a muffin and slather some I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter on the two halves. Having done that in record time, I slung my smaller backpack over a shoulder, snatched up two paper towels, my now-cold-but-still-savory coffee, and a folded sheet of cardboard to place in the tent for my own derriere (I now keep a supply of corrugated cardboard in my room to simplify matters), and hurried on down the stairs, and back to the hounds who remained at rest.

About two hours after we were settled in, a street maintenance crew drove up in a flatbed, while I had begun to secure the tent by tying cord around its fiberglass rods and the bars of a metal fence…for the wind was kickin’ up. But since the fences would soon be gone, I untied the cord, got the canines out and started to push the weighty shopping cart up the hill to a street sign with a thick, round post that could be used to lodge the cart against it.

It was then the wind blew stronger and caused the tent to roll over with all its blinkety-blankety contents! So I quickly set the cart against that post, tied the pups to it as well, and ran down to grab the tent before it started to roll further down the sidewalk and onto Market Street. Meanwhile, the crew only removed the orange, plastic fences and drove away, leaving the metal ones alone…so I didn’t have to move my camp in the first place! It was a struggle setting the tent aright with all the contents removed and dumped at my feet, because I was fighting with the wind…and the hounds were thirty feet up the hill, barking a storm. I finally got everything back into place, including the dogs, and secured two legs of the tent to the same metal fence as before. Which really made a big diff, as the tent remained stable and did not blow over when a gust of wind pummeled it every few seconds. But one nice thing came out of this:

As I prepared to move my tent back to its original location, one of the workers told me not to resettle on a particular spot (which he pointed to about ten feet away) because they were soon going to raise the rectangular concrete slab to work on some cable boxes buried therein.

“Is where I am now, okay?” I queried.

“Yes, you’re okay there,” he replied with a smile.

It was this amicable exchange that impressed me, but I did not look forward to any jackhammers or other ungodly cacophony that may soon disturb our peace. However, they never returned and thus did not get around to any kind of raucous, subsurface activity.

Unfortunately, I have not been able to access the Internet on this side of the building, even though I had an excellent connection the first time I set up camp. But what I CAN do is find out the wifi password for Super Duper, as the burger joint extends all the way to the back of the building. The connection is strong, just not accessible to me yet. I’ll just order something on the cheap side tomorrow, maybe coffee and French fries, then open my Chromebook, key in the password and I’ll be good to go from now on.

It’s now 4;45 pm, and no one’s really bothered me, no gendarme has ordered me to move on, no crazy person has harassed me. I’ve been writing this piece on and off as I hunker down in my nylon hut and, once it’s completed, will rush back hovel to send it off to you, good doctor.

Oh, yeah, almost forgot: Scampy dropped by and fussed with the contents of Deek’s cart while arguing at the air. Though she was communicable and friendly with me. She rummaged through all the items stashed there…mostly clothes and blankets. I told her please don’t take anything (as she is know to do  while Deek’s sound asleep or away from his cart), since I am responsible for watching over his possessions. She said okay and continued rearranging and folding the contents until everything looked impressively neat and orderly. I’m sure Deek will make some wild accusation about my allowing her to do that, but he can get fucked for all I care. That was just Scampy’s way of paying a friendly visit with an excuse to linger.

While she was rummaging through his things, I saw my missing puffy black jacket in there! So now I know what happened to it: I had folded it along with some blankets, around my arm and carried it upstairs. The jacket must’ve dropped to the ground by the tent, so Deek snatched it up rather than tell me I dropped something. Oh, well, I got it for free, so decided to place it back in the cart after using it for a butt cushion for awhile. Because I KNOW he’ll say he didn’t find it here, he traded for it, I’m making it up, I’m a lowdown rotten thief. Or something in that vein. Not worth touching the tar baby! Something funny happened this morning, that had to do with a new Bluetooth speaker he claims to have bought:

It was of good quality, hefty and cylindrical and could be held in one hand. He claimed it’s a hungred dollar item and I believed him, because I know quality electronics. He of course asked me to charge it for a couple of hours, and so I did, plugged it into my charging hub and left it alone while I worked on another story, downloaded a bunch of Youtube videos by my favorite news commentators (Cyberdemon 531), and watch a few of them. When the clock struck midnight it was time to bring the speaker down to him, but when I bent down to unplug it (the charger is hidden in a box under my cot), the speaker lifted right up without any resistance! Which meant it was not plugged in!

“When did that happen?” I thought. “I’m sure I plugged it in, as a red light started blinking. I guess somehow I shifted the box with my foot, causing the USB plug to fall out? Or maybe when I fussed with some other cords later on, I inadvertently loosened it? Either conjecture didn’t add up, because the plug fit tightly in the first place. Be that as it may, I knew that the speaker may not have power for very long, in which case Deek might show up and holler below my window some time around 3 or 4 AM. Surrendering to the inevitable, I handed it back to him without mentioning anything about the plug mishap. But when he arrived this morning, the first thing out of his mouth was:

“My speaker got stolen already, dammit!”

Whew, close call there, eh, Wattson?


Deek has yet to return, and it’s now 8:16 PM…AND THE COPS HAVE BEEN OVER TWICE! First time around 4 PM, one policeman who said he’s getting complaints about this tent, that I need to move everything elsewhere, away from this area because it’s been problematic (referring here to the number of homeless in general, their disruptive behavior, and their shopping carts and tents, all a detriment to local business). I explained my situation, that I live in this building, and I’m watching the dogs for a homeless friend. If I move along now, he’ll freak out because he won’t know where to find me. He said he knows about Zach, and I should talk with him about finding another spot. I asked him can he recommend a better location, but he said no he can’t do that.

I also suggested he or another cop speak to Deek, as he’ll probably accuse me of making this up, he has bipolar mood swings which make it difficult to reason with him. Then he asked when I think he’ll return to pick up the dogs and his cart, so I shrugged my shoulders and said “Any time between now and midnight.”s

I further told him I’m a homeless advocate for many years, and write about them…and offered him my Brindlekin card, but he said no, he doesn’t need to see it. He was reasonable overall, even commended me for keeping my spot so tidy. I thanked him, and he departed.

So I returned to my tent and dog sitting, took them for a poopy walk, fixed their meal, then my own. All the while deliberating upon Deek’s return and how he’s gonna handle the bad news. Then, as evening fell, I lied down beside the doggies for a peaceful rest.

[Pause: as I was typing the paragraph above, some gentleman approached my tent and offered me half a roast chicken, which I gratefully accepted. I’ll let Deek have it. Fortunately, the mutts remained asleep, that is, they didn’t smell the chicken and go nuts.]

Now, about 20 minutes ago a bright light shone through my tent…it was the SFPD again! Same dude as before (let’s call him Douglas), and a female (let’s call her Sarah). Doug was a bit perturbed, said “I talked to you four hours ago, and you’re still here.”

“Yes,” I replied, “and I told you my friend may not show up till around midnight, like the last two times he did this to me.”

Sarah interjected, wanted to know more about my situation, so I told my story like I did to Douglas, but added the following observation:

That he is neglectful and marginally abusive to the dogs, and I am seriously thinking about reporting him for animal cruelty. He doesn’t love the dogs, he wants them to adore him, but he doesn’t adore them back. And now he’s kind of abandoning them by dumping them on me, more and more often. I love these dogs, but cannot take them in where I live.

“Sounds like you’re enabling him,” Douglas declared, “You should go your way and he go his, let HIM take care of the dogs by himself.” (Jeez, how’s THAT for brazen idiocy, Wattson? Is providing assistance for the houseless “enabling?” Or feeding the starving masses loaves and fish?)

“Well, this is a brand new situation,” I replied, “but I do let him get away with a lot of crap for the sake of these doggies, they’re wonderful.”

Sarah then asked: “When either your friend picks up the dogs, or we show up to surrender them to Animal Control, will you get rid of the tent?”

“Certainly!” I assured them both. I think they’re under pressure by local homeowners to get my tent off the sidewalk. So this has genuinely morphed into a war on the homeless. While I understand that people don’t want the unhoused around them, I also understand it is their own narrow-minded prejudices against the poor that led to this in the first place! The chickens have come home to roost, and some of them live in tents.

So what it all came down to is, they’ll return by midnight, and if Deek hasn’t shown up by then, I’ll charge him with animal cruelty, and they’ll call Animal Control to pick them up. I made it clear to them I’m ready to stand up to Deek, but my main concern is the pups find a loving home. Sarah explained that Animal Control would give me a contact number that Deek can call to arrange a meeting where he could try to get them back.

“That would be a mistake, and not just because he’s homeless,” I said. “I’d rather they be adopted into a loving home. Deek should NOT get them back.”

I told her he’s too disorganized to do that anyway, doesn’t own a cell phone, and wouldn’t know where to go. In fact, he’ll most likely fly into a rage and start screaming in front of my building, and I’ll have to call non-emergency, then probably put a restraining order on him. He’ll go mad.

How casually Sarah talked about my informing him the dogs have been carted off to Animal Control, and here’s a number he can call. As if he’ll blithely accept the situation and simply say “okay.” I’ll have to lie a bit, tell him the cops threatened to take the dogs if he doesn’t show up by midnight and pick them up themselves…rather than tell him I’ve charged him with animal abuse.

But I did inform the cops I’ve come to an impasse with him, he’s hopeless, and I’m grateful that they’ve intervened. After all, better the police call Animal Control than yours truly! It’s horrible all the way around, as the best solution is nonetheless a sad and scary one.

[Pause again. About an hour after the peace keepers left, Cyrus popped on over, wondering when Deek will be back. I told him probably midnight. Then he scowled a bit and exclaimed that Deek has a clever mind and is industrious, and really should find a way to get off the fukkin streets, he can do it. Yeah, but he’s got a wicked temper, I replied. At any rate, as Cyrus took off for parts unknown, I told him if he sees Deek, let him know the police dropped by twice about getting rid of the tent, and they threatened to turn the dogs over to animal control if he’s not back by midnight.]

Okay, it’s now almost 10:30 PM and I’m sitting by my work station. Deek returned a half hour ago and when I told him the bad news, he berated me like nobody’s business!

“You should have said NOTHING to the cops!”

“You should have told them they’re YOUR dogs!”

“You should have said there’s no law against pitching a tent!”

“Now I gotta go into hiding for weeks, lay low, you got the cops after me!”

“You’re a good-for-nothing snitch!”

He also conjured up a tall tale how he had a backpack stashed in that cart, containing $400 worth of bud, but now he’s screwed. I told him there was NO backpack that I could see, and he replied by asking why was I snooping through his stuff.

“I wasn’t,” I explained, “but when Scampy showed up and started to rearrange and fold everything, I watched with a hawk’s eye to make sure she didn’t steal anything. And there was NO backpack.”

“Why would I make this up?” he retorted in faux outrage. And the argument went on for some minutes longer (“Scampy’s not a friend, she steals from my cart all the time!”) before I managed to extricate myself from his web of lies and proceed hovel-ward.

So I guess tonight puts an end to my tent adventures, and spending any more time with My Lovely Brindlekin. Here’s the final video that closes the rather short but insightful chapter:


Soon as I woke up I checked to see if Deek and dogs were still crashed out on 16th Street, behind my building, by peering out the hallway window. Nope, all gone. However, it turned out he had simply moved around the corner to the front of Hotel California North.

First thing I saw when I stepped out for coffee was Flaco eating chicken bones. Apparently they’re from the half chicken I gave Deek last night that some kind fellow gave me. So I ran up, said:

“No, Deek, don’t let them eat chicken bones, they can splinter in their mouth and choke them!” Whereupon I bent down to collect what few bone scraps remained before she scarfed them down, too. Deek didn’t say a word.

Awhile later he called me down to stash an extra pair of shoes for him. It was a typical, damp and chilly San Franshitsco morning. Lucky & Flaco were curled up nearby, but the blanket cover didn’t reach beyond her brother, so she was shivering. I told him to please keep her warm, she’s shaking from the cold right now. Though on second thought her shivers may be solely due to his screeching rhetoric.

“SHUT UP, I DON’T CARE! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Need I say who said that?

Flaco then attempted to jump onto his lap (probably to comfort him, she’s that sweet natured) but he knocked her back down…not THAT hard, more like a shove…just the same, it was abuse in my eyes. I told him he always should be kind to his dogs, no matter what. But again:


He then went off on a stupid diatribe how he can’t handle the dogs anymore, because he can’t get anything done with them around 24/7. And I’m a piece of shit for not watching them anymore.

I told him that’s not true, he’s playing the drama queen victim, and if he really loves these dogs he’d find a way around any obstacles. He adopted those dogs, there is no reason for his hatred towards them.

“The kinder you are to the pups, the better your life will be,” I iterated for the umpteenth time. “But you don’t really believe that, do you?”


Another vagrant dropped by to hang out with him, and he’s a more stable, mellowing influence…which is exactly what the doctor ordered in Deek’s case this morning. He’s still out there, and I can see him speaking calmly with My Trickster. And he DID arrive early enough to witness all of Deek’s verbal attacks. At any rate:

He really tore into me, accused me of not truly caring for the doggies, he’s gonna tie ’em up on a post out front and leave ’em there. I told him if he does that I’ll have Animal Control take them and report him to the police for cruelty. His visitor sat there calmly, didn’t speak a word as Deek continued harassing me, with a whole litany of false and horrid accusations. I warned him if he screamed outside my building again, I’ll call the cops. He did, so *I* did.

Am still waiting for the SFPD to show up, even though he’s finally departed and took the mutts with him (Thank god? I’m not sure anymore if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.) But before he took off, he hollered out: “Zeke, Zeke Krahlin, I’m leaving the dogs here!” Meanwhile our building’s maintenance man was outside again to further work on the ATM alcove…and probably witnessed Deek’s behavior. “That’s just great,” speaking sarcastically here.

Deek called me outside one final time, claiming I didn’t charge the speaker, it’s already down to 20 percent. I told him I don’t know what to say because it displayed a full charge by the time I got up, and I left it plugged in until he asked me to bring it downstairs. Then he flew off into another tirade, so I simply waved a hand at him in disgust, and returned hovel to complete this missive.

By the way, the woman who picked up my non-emergency call was awfully kind, said she’s a dog lover too, and thanked me for caring so much for these pooches living on the streets. I told her thank you immensely, I’ve tried everything I possibly can to turn this into a happy ending, but he keeps obstructing me every step of the way with paranoid accusations. She said she understands perfectly, and reminded me those dogs were his emotional support. For me, too, I replied, but when he turns on me with threats of violence, that’s where I draw the line. She told me if he harasses me any further, to call 911.

“Really?” I said. “I can call 911 at this point, since the crisis has accelerated?”

She said yes by all means…and wished me success in this difficult scenario.

Now, let’s drop the asshole for a moment so I can tell you about a sweet dream I had last night:

It starred my quasi-fascist neighbor, Moe Fleisher, who as you know played an enemy of mine (because anti-homeless) and recently passed on. In the dream he was descending the stairs from the third floor with his two papillons (both of which have long ago died, and owned in separate decades. The first one, Skellington the Third (or “Skelly”), he kindly shared with me, so I guess he’s not ALL that bad a person.

He looked young and healthy (he died at 62 and looked pretty awful), though still overweight, and gave me a warm smile as I stepped out the door to my hovel. He then approached me and laid a gentle hand on my shoulder, and spoke reassuring words that lit up my world.

What exactly those words were I can’t recall, but his impression was of great kindness. I then smiled back, said some friendly words in exchange (again, not recalled)…and that’s when I woke up. At 4:30 AM to be precise. I felt joy for the dream, taking it as a sign that my present fiasco will soon be resolved in the most positive of ways, then rolled over and resumed my slumber.

– Zeke K-Holmes


And now my phone’s dying, because it no longer charges! For the past several weeks it would only do “slow charge” even though I’m using the charger and cord it came with, which should say “AC charge” on the screen. I tried different cords, different chargers, but no cigar. THE TIMING IS TERRIBLY IRONIC in light of my need to keep in touch with the police…as well as a VERY tight budget this month. Nonetheless, I ordered a $29 Tracfone model a few minutes ago, will arrive tomorrow. But I’m freakin’ scared that setting up with “keep the same number” may have glitches in it, or delay the new setup for god only knows how long, this is the first time I’m switching to a new phone. And Tracfone is not known for its seamless service, to put it politely. Perhaps I should just bite the bullet and use the new number it comes with, just to play it safe. Though I’m not sure if my service payment will carry over. My Moto E has only been lightly used, which makes this loss especially egregious.

A Genuine Smile Makes My Day

August 19, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 4: Chapter 19]

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, Felix 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 Felix 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 his leathery wings upon the window pane, and clasping this archaic cloth between his beaks. He knows the whole story, not just how he 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

It Pays to be Poor

June 12, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 4: Chapter 13]

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 Felix 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 Kozlowski 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. Kozlowski.

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. Kozlowski’s 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 Kozlowski 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 Kozlowski. 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 Kozlowski…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

Let ‘er rip!

May 22, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 4: Chapter 10]

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!

Once Again, Timing is the Clue!

May 12, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 4: Chapter 8]

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

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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.

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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.

-------- Original Message --------
Subject: Undelivered Mail Returned to Sender
Date: 2021-05-10 17:23
From: (Mail Delivery System)
To: Zeke Krahlin

This is the mail system at host

I'm sorry to have to inform you that your message could not be delivered to one or more recipients. It's attached below.

For further assistance, please send mail to postmaster.

If you do so, please include this problem report. You can delete your own text from the attached returned message.

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

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