The Final Chapter (part 16)

July 22, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17p]

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Re: Here’s a tear-jerker…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 11, 2021 11:20 AM

> …with a very happy ending.

Animal rescuers are the BEST! But a shame that we even NEED them in the first place. Great video, touched my heart. Poor thing had to go through even MORE trauma before comprehending she was finally in loving hands. How could ANYone neglect such a lovely darling? The owner “left the dog behind;” that’s atrocious. But she’s deliriously happy now, and that’s a victory!


When they last came over, Flaco didn’t seem to mind the box having vanished…just glad to hop onto that fluffy bedding and zonk out. After first expressing her usual sweet gratitude, and my belly rubs in return. But it has become her habit late at night, to suddenly awaken and jump off the cot to spend a private fifteen minutes or so in the box, before returning by my side. Sometimes scratching loudly on the cardboard floor before settling in. But that night there WAS no box, so she stood around wondering what to do, as she wasn’t ready to return to bed, nor lie down directly on the floor…until I tossed one of the sleeping bags down. She happily accepted, and curled up on it till early morn. Meanwhile, Lucky remained in a deep sleep, his head and upper torso pressed upon my calves in friendly comfort.

She loved the larger box, but I don’t know when I’ll find another that size. So I taped two small boxes together as a temporary solution; see attachment. I imagine she’ll appreciate the extra depth: like a burrow that will give her a sense of seclusion, while peering out at the world.

That recent stayover, I had told Deek to pick them up no later than 1 PM the next day. Not sure if he’d follow through, I was wondering how I’d finish my room prep with the pups present. Because I needed to bag all the bedding as the final step, and they’d have to stay on the floor without anything fluffy to rest upon, before we all stepped out. That’s when I learned how important that fluffy respite is to them. Because the moment Lucky jumped off the cot for a drink of water (Flaco was already on the floor, atop one of the kid’s sleeping bags), I snatched the remaining three comforters away, leaving only the two adult sleeping bags that were laid out flat. I figured they’re cushy enough, and I could now seal up those smaller comforters. But when Lucky jumped back onto the cot, he sniffed around with disapproval, then leapt back onto the floor and attempted to join Flaco…but there wasn’t quite enough room for him to enjoy a piece of the fluff she laid upon. So I tossed a second sleeping bag down, and he went right to it.

Fortunately, I needed not go through the actual difficulty of dealing with the doggies’ presence up to the last moment, since Deek showed up around 11:30 AM. Which allowed me ample time to complete preparing my hovel, with ease. I was very pleased with him, for that.

Ironically, those two smaller boxes were the final remnant of neighbor Todd’s passing. They came from a stack of cardboard flats left by his door, for packing away his material possessions: a veritable cornucopia of movie DVDs and music CDs, plus paperback and hardcover books, intriguing board games, an amazing assortment of tarot card decks, and enough sex toys for a platoon. They could fill a small warehouse; I don’t know how he fit all that junk in one, tiny room smaller than mine. They clogged up half the back porch all the way to the ceiling for several weeks. Now, nothing of his remains, no evidence that he ever existed in the first place.

I must say, Wattson, that I’ve benefited from his death far more than I ever have from his living presence. No more of his nasty glances and gossip against me, no more of his hogging up the WC, and no more having to set one’s bare feet on the restroom’s icy linoleum floor!

Yes, that last part, which annoyance I have told you about previously, though it was some time ago, and you may have forgotten. Some years back, the building manager had gifted us who share that bathroom, with a fluffy throw rug. A small but welcome comfort, that gave a homey touch to the space. However, someone had smeared a bit of human feces onto it, so the manager promptly removed the rug. Could’ve been some homeless person who sneaked into our building. But I suspected Todd had thought it was MY contribution, thus resented the rug by committing that heinous act. A few months later, the manager tried again with another rug…but the same disgusting result put an end to having ANY throw rug in our humble toilet!

Now just over a week ago, a new rug has appeared in the communal lavatory. I chuckled to myself about that: another benefit of Todd’s welcome extinction.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: A Couple of Quick Meetups
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 12, 2021 12:50 AM

9 PM Deek and pups dropped by, he asked for more doggy food, and gave me the usual electronic items to recharge. He granted me a good amount of time to sit with the doggies, eager for my hugs and attention. He was a bit edgy, but calmed down in a few minutes, after hurling a couple of insulting accusations my way. I just told him to stop picking at me, and I’m sorry he’s in a bad mood.

Flaco stood up on my lap, facing me, and gazed into my eyes with love. And I looked back at her with equal kindness. She’s amazing like that! She doesn’t move or do anything else while in that pose, and it can go on for a minute or longer…just an adoring, prolonged gaze: no licks, kisses or any other actions. While at the same time Lucky’s sharp little teeth nibbled up and down my right arm from shoulder to elbow and back again, then repeat…like a jokester who mimics gnawing upon an ear of corn. His friendliness is both passionate and silly…but always sincere.

I took this sweet visit to compliment Deek on how incredible he’s doing these days, and in the past several months.

“I guess a bit more aging under the belt has done you good,” I noted. “Experiences pile up over the years, and have their way of coming together in wisdom, further down the line.” He actually listened attentively to me, so I embellished:

“One thing life has taught me, is that everyone is testing everyone else. No matter how shitty someone behaves, they are testing you in ways that make your life better, even if you don’t realize at the time. Angels work through people, sometimes consciously, but also without that person realizing it. If an angel decides he needs to be tough with you, to lead you down a better path, then that’s what he will do. Otherwise, they are always as kind and generous as they can possibly be. As more testing goes on, and more lessons are learned, kindness will increase in your life, and harshness will decrease.”

Well, I used my words better than that, but I can’t recall verbatim, so I’m paraphrasing myself. Outside of that brief anxiety attack, Deek was calm and in good spirits…as I’ve noticed he’s been for many weeks now. He is now totally receptive to my positive reinforcement, much to my amazement and pride. And that sense of pride is for both of us.


He just dropped by again (a quarter after midnight), to ask for a cigarette lighter…which he does from time to time. But he had the dogs with him, too (instead of leaving them tied to the cart 20 feet away), and they wanted SO badly to visit! Flaco got partway through the open gate, with Lucky right behind, nudging her on. Then Deek pulled them back, said “thanks” and took off once more. The pups, of course, kept looking back at me, so I smiled and waved at them. Though I REALLY wanted to sweep them up in my arms and take them home.

BTW I’ve noticed Deek now has a healthier glow about him these days. Tonight was no exception. And he’s not been hounding me for an “advancement” on his allowance, as he used to do all the time. It’s very important he pay me visits withOUT cash in mind; our friendship is too important to be monetized, nor should my paying him for the pooches’ visits ever be a thing.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 2 emails: did you miss them?
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 14, 2021 9:39 PM

> Great reports, both of them. Love the description of Flaco looking into your eyes. Their complete sentience is so obvious in those moments, it makes you wonder how anyone could doubt it for a second.

She’s an AWESOME pup; they both are. Sometimes when I’m hugging Lucky, she looks really sad, like I just rejected her: ears pinned back and staring intently. So I immediately draw her into my arms, too. Or she’ll come right over and plunk herself smack-dab on top of him to intercept my affections. It’s as if she’s expressing her pride in protecting me…even if it’s from her brother’s little love nips. She shows incredible gratitude for my kindness, I’m floored! It seems to make Lucky happy, that I care for her so much.

Yes, their sentience is remarkable. Not ALL dogs are that expressive; those two knock my socks off, totally opened my heart. This is a real FRIENDSHIP thing we’ve got going. And STUNNING when you think that it is Deek who’s brought such wonderful pooches into my life. There is more to this fellow than meets the eye.

> And the solution to the box problem!

It will do for now. She hasn’t explored it yet; would rather crash out on the bedding for now. It occurred to me yesterday that I could probably purchase a large box from UPS down the block (a single one, rather than a batch of ’em like what Amazon offers). So I’ll look into it tomorrow.

> Eew, the soiled rug. Ghastly. Maybe have a small rug of your own; carry it with you into the W.C., then take it with you when you leave. Keep those tootsies warm.

Well, that’s no longer a problem, since the source of the mischief is now dead.

> And I agree that Deek is making progress, even if it’s two steps forward, one step back.

Oh I’m sure of it…and so PROUD for that. For both of us, I should note. Been agonizing, I readily admit. Still is, but not so extreme any more.

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THE PUPS ARE BACK AGAIN, BTW! As you already know via my text.

About an hour ago Deek came by to collect his weekly allowance, and said I can have them stay over, but he hasn’t decided yet whether for a few hours, or overnight. He’ll possibly be back later this evening to pick up his recharged devices. Every time previously, when he says he’s undecided, he winds up letting them stay for the night. So most likely, he’ll either just pick up his items around midnight, and leave the pups with me…or just not return until tomorrow.

I think his reducing the pups’ number of visits is his way of showing me he CAN take care of them on his own, and does a good job of it. Presumably because I gave him the challenge, and he’s following through. IOW my own interactions with him are pushing him to grow up.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 2 emails: did you miss them?
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 14, 2021 10:56 PM

Deek just returned to pick up his devices…said to keep the pups overnight. Hooray! Another good sign: he wasn’t the least bit upset when I told him that one of the smartphones wouldn’t let me transfer new songs over. It’s a strange model with limitations. And the other smartphone is slow to charge, only reached 55 percent after two hours. He wasn’t upset over that, either. What a great night THIS has turned out to be!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: 2 emails: did you miss them?
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 15, 2021 12:47 PM

> Pretty magical. Are they part dachshund?

Yes, they appear to be half dachshund and half terrier…perhaps American pit bull terrier.

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I’ve referred to their dachshund nature in previous posts, especially in my earlier Brindlekin tales. Their eyes give it away.

> Because I remember an encounter I had years ago with a dachshund. He’d come down my driveway where I was living way out in the woods. I stepped out the front door, and our eyes met. He looked at me, cautious and reserved, fifteen feet away, waiting for a sign that would let him know if I was friend or foe. I greeted him and patted my knees, and he instantly put his ears down, wagged his tail furiously and sausaged toward me. He wasn’t homeless, it turned out; he lived nearby and was just out roving around. But I’ll never forget those fully sentient eyes, looking into mine, waiting, “reading” me.

What a charming encounter! I’ve never paid much attention to that breed, but Flaco & Lucky have changed all that for me.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subjecting: Disheartening, but Not Surprised
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 15, 2021 3:54 PM

So Deek came by to pick up the pups, no drama. Gave me several devices to charge, said he’d be back later, and that was that. But before I entered the gate I looked right to see him turning the corner. Which means he’s gonna park behind my building again. Now, why wouldn’t he let the doggies stay with me longer, instead of just have them resting on the cold concrete beside him?

An hour later I looked out the hallway window to see he was still there, with a couple of other homeless folks. And the dogs sitting on the sidewalk, not even a sheet of cardboard. How many times have I told him they’re gonna develop arthritis if he keeps this up? What the hell’s wrong with him?

And there’s no point in my bringing it up again ’cause he won’t change, and he’ll just keep Flaco & Lucky away from me even longer.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are back again, for the night!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 12:09 AM

Deek came by, said he wants to ride his bike, so I can have the doggies again. So here we are again! It’s a cold and windy night, and I suspect he doesn’t want to admit they should be inside where it’s warm and dry. Though I may be giving him more credit than he deserves. Or not. Anyway, they were elated to drop by again, and enjoy this little sanctuary of mine. I love my 2-dog nights!

– Zeke K-Homes

Subject: He’s turned over a new leaf…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 9:33 AM

…and I’m impressed, and grateful. Deek came by earlier than I hoped (8 AM on the dot), to pick up the pooches and his gizmos. He was polite and of good cheer, said he’s gonna spend the day in the park, give ’em lots of exercise. Putting my complete trust in him is working…but boy has it been a tough haul getting there, good doctor! The dogs have changed everything between us, and for the better.

Waking up with the doggies is always amazing; their constant good cheer touches me like nothing else. The American pit bull terrier is very sweet natured (great with families and children), though often doesn’t get along with other dogs. Blend that with the dachshund, and you’ve got a winning mix! More of the pit bull is evident in Lucky’s stocky frame, while Flaco shows more of the dachshund. However, besides those glorious eyes, Lucky’s bowed, chunky legs also reveal those dachshund genes.

That first pic of Lucky, and of Deek nodding off with him (dated May 2020)–both taken well before Flaco came into our lives–reminds me of what a long way we’ve come since then!

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Re: He’s turned over a new leaf….
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 2:18 PM

> I was gonna ask how it went, and now I know! Splendid portrait of Lucky. A truly noble creature.

I can’t praise enough, what a stupendous pooch he is! BOTH are utterly remarkable. Despite my remonstrations that Deek NOT get a second dog, I now must admit: I WAS WRONG, AND HE WAS RIGHT. They are constantly cheerful and affectionate, and have a real blast visiting me. Their enthusiasm is boundless as they wait for me to open the gate and let them dash upstairs to my hovel. Sometimes they’ll politely pause at the first landing, for me to catch up…they’re THAT thoughtful.

My impression of Deek’s strategy to temporarily reduce the frequency of the pups’ visits, is as if he were guiding me to a better path: one where I learn to worry less and enjoy more. Now, he’s resumed their more frequent stay-overs, as if to acknowledge “lesson learned.” As I said in an earlier email: there’s more to him than meets the eye. This fits in like hand to glove, regarding my Bodhisattva Premise!

Since the eruption with police intervention back in February, instead of his completely walking out on me, he stuck it through to work things out, just as I have with him. Seeing as I love those brindlekin so much, I HAD NO CHOICE but to maintain our friendship as best as possible. It was a most painful passage of several months, exacerbated by OTHER unexpected crises…yet we both made it through all the hurdles, and came out the other end intact, and much better off for the wear.

The past several times he’s hung around my building, he’s been quiet and drama free. And mostly garbage-free, too. Things can only continue to get better, and I see a happy ending to my Brindlekin Tales on the horizon. A win-win outcome for all parties involved. In the past few months, many of his street friends have witnessed my caring for the dogs, and being a strong ally to Deek. This is all VERY good.

> I went the other day to visit my former neighbor, who has severe progressive MS and has lived for the past 5 years in the nursing home in Fort Bragg. She was bedridden even before the pandemic, and during the worst of it, was even more trapped than usual. No visitors allowed, no outings, no nothing, just bed and TV and the constant madhouse noises of the inmates, most of whom have some form of dementia, which my friend does not. Now they let you in with an appointment. She’s very goddamned stoic, I’ve gotta say. Way more than I would be if I were in her figurative shoes.

She sounds like an incredible person, but a shame she is forced to live in such surroundings. I can’t imagine her having a better friend than you, to visit her and cheer her on. My tales are writ precisely FOR such long-suffering good angels…that it gives them inspiration, delight, and a smile on their face. A lot of cliffhangers in my trilogy as well, to keep them turning the pages.

You do so much good work for people in crisis, or left out in the cold. I don’t see how you have all that stamina for more than ONE person. But you do, Wattson, and for that I am most grateful and inspired, myself.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are with me again, my head is spinning…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 7:56 PM

…with delight. Deek came by a half hour ago, handed me two smartphones and a portable speaker (about 12 lbs, on a small dolly), and told me to take the dogs, too. He’ll be back later.

Once arriving hovel, I discovered he forgot to give me the cord that goes with the speaker. But he was already gone. So I backtracked to see if it had fallen onto the floor, stairs, or the sidewalk. Nothing.

“Well, this puts a cramp in things,” I thought. “Hopefully, he’ll see the cord in his cart and rush back to deliver it.”

I reflected upon the collection of cords I have, and seriously doubted that the type needed (a double-pronged, flat female end) was in my possession. But I finally decided to look anyway, so lifted the heavy storage bin that rested atop another, placed it down and opened the second one, where all the cords are stashed. Went through the entire collection and, just as I predicted, did not find the right one. Just when I was about to put the lid back on the bin I thought “wait a minute, may as well empty this bag and see for sure.” I had already examined the contents of that sack w/o opening it, as it was clear plastic…and did not see any that would fit. But upon emptying the bag, voila! There WAS the right cord after all! Much relieved, I plugged it in to the speaker, and tended to the pups.


Deek just returned, much sooner than I expected (barely an hour had passed). Told me to keep the dogs, and bring down the gizmos. He asked where the cord is, when I handed him the speaker. Told him what happened, that I found a replacement, so it’s been charged. He rummaged through his cart (now a sidecar attached to his bike with an aluminum swivel bar), and found the forgotten cord. He’s in remarkably good spirits, as he has been for weeks now. Took off for God only knows where; he never tells me. Said he’ll be back later. I’m sure he will, though hopefully it won’t be till the sun next rises.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Pups are with me again, my head is spinning…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 8:58 PM

> Hope he stays away all night.

That would be nice, as I hate disturbing the pups from their blissful rest, and taking them outside into the cold, damp air. I feel like such a heel. But I am bound to his dictates. It’s a frightening game I’m forced to play.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Greek goddess “Nemesis”

Re: Pups are with me again, my head is spinning…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 16, 2021 12:17 AM

> “It’s a frightening game I’m forced to play.”
I think so.

Classic Jungian “hero’s journey” as delineated via Jung’s greatest disciple, Joseph Campbell. According to my Bodhisattva Premise, your guardian will set up the game board with many difficult challenges, some quite scary. A roll of the dice could change everything for or against you. But the trick behind this is:

It is always YOU, not the dice, that turns the outcome in your favor. Action and attitude are equally important…and when placed judiciously after much thought, give you the edge. Your thinking skills improve with each successful move.

This game I call “Battle of the Bodhisattvas” is a mind-power game. It is not a game designed to be fun, but a game of life lessons for the more evolved among us. You don’t get to play until other, more basic, lessons have been learned first. Including being totally resolved to always do good as you see it, no matter the personal risk. You are challenged to become a hero, so that is the playing piece you are given: the knight in shining armor. There is a life, or lives, to be saved…in my case, that of two dogs. Your opponent IS your guardian, whose piece is called Nemesis (or in some circles, “The Devil”).

Somewhere along the game’s path, if you’ve played your moves well thus far, it is revealed to you that Nemesis is actually your guardian angel, who creates each challenge for the sole purpose of testing your mettle, that your soul be advanced one square at a time. Until you, hopefully, reach the Gates of Avalon, and be crowned the victor.

With this realization, your win is almost guaranteed, and the end part of the game commences. Do not be so smug over your likely conquest of the board at this point…for it is a trap well concealed by the cards. Know that, at this stage of the game, you have conquered all fears but one: worry. So it is YOUR final challenge to unfetter yourself of that last curse, by feeling joy take wing in your heart while remaining vigilant on the game board, unto the very end.

Obviously, Deek plays Nemesis. Well, ’tis now midnight and the pups are still with me, so…hallelujah, I’ve played my last few moves like a pro! I shall sleep with the pups again, third night in a row.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 17, 2021 1:55 PM

It’s actually dark in there, but I used flashlight mode. A favorite position is with her forelegs fully extended, paws pressed against the side, and the rest of her stretched out as far as the container permits. Sometimes when she’s resting on the cot, she’ll lie close to the wall, again with forelegs thrust forward and paws pressed. Like she’s holding up the wall. And she’ll stay that way for hours.

Re: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 17, 2021 6:40 PM

> They LOVE cozy, enclosed spaces. A legacy of their evolutionary past, no doubt.

Dachshunds especially; they love to burrow. Maybe it goes all the way back to the deep past, when the first mammals had to hide from the dinosaurs, many of whom were diminutive themselves. But I love cozy, enclosed spaces, too! In fact, I live in one. Well, we humans have the same mammalian roots!

I imagine, though, that Flaco prefers to remove herself from the cacophony and chaos around her; and is why she seeks to dig a snug little hole right beside a shrub with broad leaves that hang over her in semi-seclusion. Lucky is not so hidey-hole loving, as he is an aficionado of all things fluffy.

They never complain about anything, or beg for food. They never bother me when I’m snacking, nor do they even let me know when they’re hungry! So it’s hard to tell, thus sometimes food is wasted because they won’t touch it. Usually it’s one pup or the other, rarely both. One will eat and the other couldn’t be bothered. The ONLY way I know if they’re hungry, is AFTER I set down the bowls.

If they have to go poopy, all I need do is yank a jacket from the closet. In which case they’ll either leap onto the floor, rarin’ to go, or remain on the cot if not interested.

They don’t mess up my room, or bark or whine when I’m gone. Nothing’s out of order when I return! Except, sometimes, the trash bin which Flaco gets into now and then. So I just move that to a high spot before exiting. Though I do forget from time to time, but no big deal. I never leave anything in it that would cause them harm. It’s always been Flaco who knocks over the basket, and she goes for an empty plastic soda or milk container. Whenever that occurs (and sometimes I hear the “thunk” of the bin toppling over barely seconds after I shut the door), I make no fuss, as Flaco is too sweet a girl to deserve any guilt trip.

I’ll usually say, “Oh no, someone’s gotten into the trash again!” And Flaco will be standing there in the middle of the floor, wagging her tail furiously and looking up at me with delight, brown eyes sparkling. And maybe Lucky will be busy gnawing on the bottle, the small screw-top cap removed and chewed to a pulp by the time I return. Easy to clean that stuff up; no harm, no foul.

They’re both tucked in now, close to each other. See attachment. Their evening meal will soon be ready. 6:40 PM and no Deek yet.

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Re: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 17, 2021 8:00 PM

> So you haven’t seen Deek since last night?


> They’re making the most of their vacation from the streets!

Indeed they are. I couldn’t be happier, myself. Their company is a blessing.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Governor Newsom signs $100 Billion state budget: Here’s what’s in it for you
From: Zeke Krahlin’s Mailing List
To: Chuck Kapinski
Date: July 17, 2021 8:37 PM

You sound totally bonkers, Chuck. Certainly, you’re not the Chuck Kapinski I used to know. Whatever you’re smokin’ (or drinkin’) I don’t want any. Trump has done GREAT damage to our nation, he now owns the GOP, and Trumpism is a great danger in our world. IOW Trump is far from harmless. Your misogyny is outrageous and disgusting. Do you talk like this to your female friends? You sound like a standup comedian mimicking a Boogaloo white supremacist. You are flat wrong about COVID-19 and everything else you’ve ranted. I see no good purpose in us continuing communication on any level, as you are beyond reason.

——- Original Message ——-

On Saturday, July 17th, 2021 at 11:36 PM, Chuck Kapinski wrote:

This has nothing to do with Newsom, it’s probably more about a response about Biden’s shortcomings.

“you haven’t criticized Trump” (or words to that effect)

So what? What’s the point of the obvious? Duh.

I have no respect for the largely female Trump bashing club. He poses no threat to anyone. He cut his own throat with the latinos when he called beautiful Puerto Rico a shit hole. And drug his feet on FEMA fire funds for California.

At least I’ve never heard him making any pius Xian claims. That’s something you get from dirty lyin’ Joe. I don’t remember Trump lying. He may have stated untruths, but he actually believed them. There’s a difference. I see no connection between the church crazies and Trump. He ran technically on the Republican ticket, but many long established Republicans actually voted against him. In truth he’s more of an Independent. His corporate business approach to presidential matters left many bases uncovered.

We have seen from numerous objective news sources that over 90% of covid deaths were from co-factors of already terminal patients, mostly aged. The lying Democrats allege that Trump let the pandemic get out of hand – NONSENSE. He DELEGATED management to the state level, and many a Democratic governor managed the CDC recommendations. He also initiated working on the antidotes long before Biden’s chicken little charges.

Dirty lyin’ eyes Joe USED the covid scare to pointlessly bash a man who had already cut his own throat. I am not fooled by his nonsense.

Amy Kubluchar (or whatever her name is) is desperately trying to bar Trump from a re-run. What the dumb [C-word] is missing is the fact that she is ACTUALLY promoting the belief and fear that Trump would win by a landslide if he ran again. That’s counter productive paranoia. Not to mention, she might get her fat ass shot. Wimmin are STILL stupid, and always will be. (what’s new?) To give you an idea of how retarded wimmin really are, I went to a Biden kiss ass site forum, where some woman was praising Joe’s smile. Well, I told her that she was just a menopausal bag of gas, Hitler had smiling manners to his support, and that Joe will grin as he ushers her fat ugly ass into the oven. I’m PROUD of how quickly I got banned from the site – less than twelve hours.

Re: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 12:18 AM

> Hope he doesn’t show up in the middle of the goddamned night.

I doubt he’ll do that, because he’s been respectful of my “new” schedule for over a year now. Which is: I hit the sack by midnight, instead of 1 AM. And he’s also been a lot more considerate towards me in other ways, recently. But we’ll see.

Listening to Memo of the Weird’s latest podcast right now, while enjoying Flaco & Lucky’s fluffing the hell out of the comforters. Lucky takes fluff very seriously, arranging the sleeping bags just so, by pulling on one part with his teeth, then another part…snorts of dissatisfaction until it’s all perfect in his eye. I thought he’d never settle down, it went on for well over five minutes…but then he suddenly plunked himself down with a grumbly sigh. Flaco, meanwhile, got out of her brother’s way, while plumping up her own portion, then burrowed beneath the fluff for the rest of the night, like she had just disappeared down a rabbit hole. They live for fluff! And boxes. As usual, I’ll have to slowly worm my way onto the cot, unless Flaco switches to the double-box before I hunker down. We are family!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek Woke Me Up Twice!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 10:55 AM

First time, over my smartphone. I know, I know, if he doesn’t have cell service, how did he manage to do that (you’re wondering): through another person’s phone? Well, that’s a good guess, but you forget that he doesn’t KNOW my new number, nor did he ever know my old one for that matter, because he’s never bothered to memorize it, or tattoo it somewhere on his body (such as his ass).

At 6:05 AM I was awakened by his raspy hobo impersonation coming through my LG backup phone (that I use to listen to scary tales as I nod off), screeching and making all sorts of baseless accusations! As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I realized his voice was NOT coming from the window, but from my LG. And it was that recording of our verbal contract back in January, that I now own the dogs in exchange for $300. That would be this video here, if you care to refresh your memory:

But how did this amazing invention of high technology come to play that particular video of its own accord (you are probably asking yourself this very moment)? Here’s the answer to your sensible query, Wattson (hewn over the years by your impressive perspicacity):

I have my media app set to play the next downloaded Youtube video in my “bedtime” folder until all have been played through. Which files amount to no more than three or four, usually. With each taking anywhere from a half hour to an hour to play through. Sometimes I only have one or two. In which case–and if I’m still awake by then, which is rare–I’ll switch to my “Pocket Cast” podcast app and play some more scary tales directly via wifi.

Apparently, I was wrong about the media app limiting “play next file” to just one directory. After completing those, it must’ve jumped to its own list of ALL media files stored on that phone. On which are located several videos of the pups, and that one of Deek.

Annoyed at being disturbed at such a ghastly hour, I reached for the phone on the black metal file cabinet (upon which my second LCD monitor also rests), but it slipped and fell between that cabinet, and the artfully painted hexagonal table (upon which my desk riser and X230 laptop sit). So I actually had to squirm my way around the sleeping pups in order to stand up to fetch that smartphone and silence it.

[You may be wondering at this moment, how I could simply “reach out” for my phone, when I usually sleep with my head at the end of the cot by the door, instead of at the end by my work station. Well, Wattson, something I have yet to tell you, is that I switch ends some nights, depending on whether I want to cuddle up with Lucky or Flaco. They tend to sleep at opposite ends, and are already tucked in for the night before I, myself, do the same. Furthermore, when I lie down with my head door-ward, there is no need to reach out for my phone, as it is somewhere close by, near my head or torso. But often has drifted somewhere beneath the blankets, thus sometimes a puzzle to recover. Now that your curiosity in this matter has been satisfied, do permit me to continue:]

Two hours later our flesh-and-blood Deek called to me at the window:

“Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!” Soon as I poked my cranium out the window (which took awhile, ’cause groggy), he told me to bring the pooches down, along with another supply of dog food, since all his stuff was stolen. There was no cart, stroller, or even a bag in his presence. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. Somewhat perturbed that everyone ELSE on that side of the building could hear our business, I packed away five more cans of dog food and two large Ziploc bags of kibble, leashed up the pups, donned my sneakers, a jacket, a hat and my small backpack, and stepped outside in the bright morning sun. The air was ocean-fresh. Deek sat on the sidewalk at the far end of the bus stop.

“Another lovely visit with the pups, thank you!” I exclaimed while releasing them to their master, whom they gleefully rejoined.

He apologized for taking so long to return. Rather than tell him I prefer that–in fact, the longer the better–I just replied: “No worries, I love their company.”

He then remarked he lost another friend to opioids, that it kills far more people than COVID, and it’s been an epidemic for over a decade. I agreed, and said I’m sorry for his loss. I’m guessing he went to look some people up he hasn’t seen for some time, only to discover one had passed on from Oxycontin overdose. Though more likely, he’s just playing out another little drama for his amusement. That is: none of this really happened.

“That’s why I stay away from other drugs, just stick to crystal. Though that is sometimes laced with opioid, too.” He shook his lowered head. “I got nothing now, just me and the dogs, starting from scratch once more.”

“You always prevail,” I reminded him.

“Thanks for watching Flaco & Lucky. I’ll be gone in a minute, not gonna hang out.”

“Okay,” I said, not knowing what else to add, and walked off to Rosenberg’s. Upon returning some minutes later, I realized I should’ve spent a little more time with him, give more encouragement than I had. But when I turned the corner with java in hand on my way back, I saw they had already departed to the other end of the block, about to cross…just two little doggies and shirtless Deek. They’ll be fine, I thought, and returned hovel.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Deek Woke Me Up Twice!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 12:07 PM

> He’s been ripped off like this before, hasn’t he??

Yes, countless times. He always rebounds like a boss.

> Funny (in a grim sort of way) about the Deek video waking you up. And that it happened to be THAT video.

And the TIMING, that it should only have ever happened on this particular morning, when Deek DID show up, after being gone for a considerable while. A mark of bodhisattva mischief. They have a very TOUGH, warrior sense of humor. From THEIR side of the veil–and in their eyes–our tragedies and crises are but momentary and trivial.

> Will the loss of his stuff mean more, or fewer visits from the doggies?

Neither, it won’t make a diff. He will fully replenish his possessions within a day’s time.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Flaco Sleeping in the Double-Box
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 12:19 PM

> “Grumbly sigh!” Exactly! It’s amazing how vocally expressive some dogs are. Ours has a range of noises he makes; there’s one that sounds like the creak of a rusty gate, that he makes when he’s happily anticipating something–a walk in the woods or on the beach–and he wants you to hurry up. It’s his polite way of saying: “C’mon, let’s get going, now!”

Some little doggies have a way of stealing your heart many times over, each day.

Re: Governor Newsom signs $100 Billion state budget: Here’s what’s in it for you
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 8:24 PM

> Woo! That’s some ugly weird shit he be spewin’!

He’s bonkers in his old age.

> Guess he missed the pic of Trump holding up the bible in front of the church in DC.

No, I don’t think so. He’s bonkers. I have a lot of good memories of my friendship with him, when he lived in SF. What a sad outcome.

Subject: He’s looking good, and in good spirits!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 9:15 PM

Deek just dropped by, asked me to charge up a smartphone, a small speaker and a battery backup pack. He had a city garbage bin (blue and on wheels) loaded with empty cans and bottles, plus a sack of his own possessions…whatever they are; I think I saw a sweater in it. Dressed nicely: long T-shirt that draped almost down to his knees, with abstract black splotches and ragged stripes on it, and a rugged looking, lightweight black leather jacket over that. Dark baggy jeans, black and white sneakers and a black baseball cap completed the ensemble.

Told him I like the look, the whole thing. He was in a cheerful mood, not hyper at all, and definitely no drama or belligerence. When he took the cup of root beer from my hand, Lucky suddenly tugged on his leash, causing the drink to spill a bit. He turned to the pup, said “Whoa!” and patted him kindly…not a pinch of anger.

Of course I hugged the pups, held them in my arms for a minute or so. But that goes without saying, as that ALWAYS comes with our meetups. Deek said he’ll be back tonight to pick up the devices, so I guess that’ll be some time shortly before midnight. And as usual, sad to leave the pups behind. So much love in their eyes, as they watch me depart until the moment I disappear through the gate.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: He’s looking good, and in good spirits!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 9:38 PM

> Sigh…

Sword of Damocles.

Subject: “C’mon, enough of that, she’s in heat!”
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 18, 2021 11:47 PM

Is what Deek blurted out to me as I held Flaco in my arms, rubbed her belly and held her sweet face close to mine. He had returned to pick up his items, so I sat with him on the sidewalk for a few minutes, enjoying the pups’ company.

I felt like smacking him hard, knocking him senseless, for talking to me like that. Instead, I retorted:

“By the way, I’ll be busy the next two days, taking a class on meanness.”

“What?” he said with an annoyed grimace.

So I repeated myself, and added: “Being too nice is bad, it’s evil, isn’t that true? I get your point, I really need to stop being such a nice guy, it’s not good for my health.”

He then said “C’mon, I gotta go, I’m just waiting for you to leave.” Nice guy, eh?

So I gave Flaco a few more hugs, Lucky a few more pats, then got up and told Deek: “I hope you’re in a better mood next time.” And walked away.

But I looked back as I reached the gate, and there was Flaco away from the two, as far as her leash would allow, looking up at me. Who can resist such innocence? So I returned for a few more hugs, told her I’m sorry, but she’s gotta go with her master.

What a let-down. Like you said: “Two steps forward, one step back.”

– Zeke K-Holmes

RE: Republicans Suddenly Care About “Discrimination”
From: Zeke’s Mailing List
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: July 19, 2021 09:35 AM

On 2021-07-19 05:19, Carlyle Lambourne wrote:

> The only qualm that I would have is that in another time, another place, if raised under a different set of circumstances, exposed to different influences, I could imagine myself being just like them, and vice-versa. It would astonish most of humanity if they could peer into alternate universes and see how easily and fluidly they could morph back and forth to opposite side of the spectrum, and become their own worst enemy.

Well of course. If we grew up in a Christian fundamentalist family, we’d most likely be pinheaded troglodytes. That shouldn’t be cause for “qualms” though. We are who we are now, and everything else is conjecture and mind games. Neville Chamberlain took the same “qualms” about the Nazis, and that certainly turned out to be a big fail. Have we learned nothing from that?

> Does that mean we need to tolerate their outrages patiently, forever?

I can’t remember a time when I’ve EVER tolerated them. It is the facade of religious piety that causes many to hesitate. It’s akin to being superstitious. And that is a major weakness that the Religious Reich takes full advantage of. Christianity is above the law, and that should never have been allowed.

> No, I don’t think so. Maybe we should be more patient than we otherwise might be, if we did not have that perspective. But somehow, also when we realize that we are making war on images of ourselves, as they would do in our shoes, it seems to be a justification. The fact that both sides think they are right in their grievances does not really mean there is an equivalence.

Were they not so blatant with their hostility and lust for violence, death and mayhem, you might have a case for more patience. But you do not.

> Symmetry of sentence structure is not equality of content. There can indeed be a situation where both sides think they are right about an objective matter, but really only one of them is. On subjective matters, there is no underlying reality that need compel anyone who does not share the subjective opinion.

They are intellectually incapable of considering the complexity of subjective vs. objective matters, and for that reason alone, are an imminent danger to our well-being and survival as a species. It is time for them to go. Hip, hip hooray for the Delta strain.

> The poor, poor Christians. There are so many things that they are not even being allowed to do, anymore.

They are not even being allowed to tell those homosexuals
that homosexuals are not allowed to get marrried,
that homosexuals are not allowed to be foster parents,
that homosexuals are not allowed to be serve the military,
that homosexuals are not allowed to be in the Boy Scouts,
that homosexuals are not allowed to be in the St. Patricks Day parade,
that homosexuals are not allowed to have a Gay Pride parade,
that homosexuals are not allowed to donate blood,
that homosexual are not allowed to be teachers,
that homosexuals are not allowed to have sex between consenting adults.

Well, it’s a start, but at the same time they’ve gained tremendous power and influence, thanks in no small part to DJ Trump. As a result, we are under threat of having ALL our rights stripped away…and it’s already begun in the red states.

> When we have been beaten, murdered, fired from jobs, blackballed, to see Christians getting coddled and pampered over the injustice of having to bake a wedding cake is a blood-curdling provocation at the profound lack of perspective.

Many gays said it’s no big deal, fussing over wedding cakes. I told them otherwise, as it’s their tactic to start with a seemingly trivial issue. Nonetheless, that supposedly insignificant victory against LGBTs shoves a wedge through a door where more serious matters of our freedom become vulnerable and under attack. The “no big deal” queers were wrong, and I was right.

If they can’t win their way outright, they’ll dig in their heels and chip away, chip away, chip away over the years, no matter how long it takes…removing one part of our rights here, another part there. The abortion issue proves that very well, it is a textbook example of how persistently devious they truly are.

Having said all of the above, my Bodhisattva Premise gives every reason to look forward to our victory, no matter the odds against us. As the Buddha said, “We have no enemies, only teachers.” And that statement holds a most profound, and joyful, promise. No need for me to explain further in this email, as I have laid it all out many times over, in my numerous tales and essays, over the years.

– Ezekiel

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Subject: Another Night of Doggie Bliss!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 20, 2021 11:38 PM

So Deek showed up accompanied by one of his street buddies…a rather nice fellow, around 75 years old. I was only there with them for a minute, when he gave me several devices to be charged. He then handed me the joined leashes and said, “Here, they can stay over!” I said “Wonderful!” and then he and his elderly friend took off for parts unknown.

Flaco & Lucky crashed out almost immediately, though first gave me their kind hellos and acted silly and playful for a little while before conking out. Though they did jump out of bed the moment I laid their filled dishes down 20 minutes later. Glad to see such a hearty appetite! Then they drank some more water and hopped back onto the blankets and zoned right back into doggy dreamland.

Deek returned two hours later, told me just to leave the pups hovel, and bring down the gizmos. He also wanted a razor and a cup of root beer to quench his thirst. Then off he went again, on his bike.

So, it was a non-eventful, friendly meetup, and the pooches are in seventh heaven to be here once more. I love the new, no-drama Deek! In spite of the occasional glitch in the updated app.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Another Night of Doggie Bliss!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 21, 2021 1:08 PM

> Dreamy!

I couldn’t be more pleased…things are mellowing out with him. More of his friends who are mentally stable and actually FRIENDLY, have seen me with him, and exactly where I live. This is good insurance, for they’ll know to bring the pups to me, should Deek vanish, be rushed to the ER or jail, or die. They all appear to be very kind to Flaco & Lucky. Hopefully, I’ll bump into one of them soon, when Deek isn’t around; whereby I’ll make it clear they should be brought to me, should he be taken from them for whatever reason. As well as helping Deek with keeping the pups in blankets and sweaters.

The brindlekin are still here right now, ate a hearty breakfast, dumped some good poops, and are resting well. I guess I could say the same for myself.

My Xfinity service has been flawless; same with Tracfone. So many legal and free TV and Movie sites out there, i now have bookmarks to: Tubi, Roku, Crackle, IMDB, Peacock, Pluto, Adult Swim and Plex. Amazon Prime, too, but the other services make their free videos unnecessary because redundant. So I think I’ll unsubscribe from Prime once more, as they really don’t do much else for me, that a plain subscription doesn’t already. IOW: I’m not a rich, spoiled twit who needs everything NOW, and I don’t shop Whole Foods.

Adult Swim has free streaming shows, including Rick & Morty! Right now, I’m binge watching Alfred Hitchcock Presents via Roku. I don’t feel like I’m missing out at all, just because I’m not a paying subscriber to such services…I’m more than saturated with quality entertainment. Youtube also provides tons of excellent videos at no cost, of course! And I’m paying NOTHING for Internet access, for god knows how long. But once that deal ends, I’ll STILL only be paying just $10/month!

All’s been quiet EVERY NIGHT outside my window, as regards the Hohokum smoke shop…since that night they set off roman candles. And NO sign of Myrtle & son for almost a month now, though her name is still on the lobby mailbox. Morey at the corner store two blocks up, told me others have said they’ve seen him still hanging out with those punks, and that “Adisa’s a nice kid, but he’s hanging out with a bad bunch, and he’s headed in a bad direction. Just be glad he’s left your building.” I thanked him for the update. He said he feels sorry for the mom, but I sure don’t! I would love to know what kind of arrangement the building manager had with her, to inspire him to be so hostile towards THIS harmless pilgrim. Though I guess it was me who triggered their eviction, by standing up to them. I’ve even entertained the thought that she was involved with dealing drugs through her son, and maybe the manager, too. Does that sound far fetched to you?

Hope your day goes loverly: you and your cats and the pup, and your male hominid!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek picked up the pups last night.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 22, 2021 10:25 AM

Around 10 PM. No muss, no fuss, no drama. I found a complete pack of American Spirit cigarettes (minus 1) on my walk that morning: an excellent brand that I knew he’d enjoy. So I presented it to him upon returning the dogs. Actually, I withdrew it from a pocket and held it in my hand, waving it around while updating him re. the pooches’ visit, till he could take it no more and said, “I’ll take that!”

Doggies were happy to be with him again. Two other homeless folks approached and struck up a friendly conversation with him, when I returned to bring down more doggy food, a cup of soda and a spare lighter. I pet the dogs one more time, thanked them for their company, then returned hovel. They all departed a few minutes later, when I heard Lucky’s bark right across the street, and rattling of cans as Deek resumed his nightly round of collecting recyclables. Here’s another video of them howling:

The Final Chapter (part 12)

June 2, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17l]

Subject: Totally Zonked Out
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 8:04 AM

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Re: Maybe he ain’t so evil after all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26 2021 11:32 AM

> I’m relieved! And I LOVE the pic of the dreaming doggies!!

Isn’t that a wonderful shot? They are SO happy to snooze away in cushy comfort.

I just looked into applying for the Snap program online. I was impressed by how convenient and efficient the process is, until it came time to upload a pic of my state ID. It seemed to take several minutes…but then it stopped, said “bad gateway.” So I tapped on the “x” in the upper left, and instead of taking me back to the previous page, the whole site was gone! Now, they got my social security number and probably my state ID. Whoever they are; I should’ve looked into things more closely, they said they’re not a gov’t agency, but an organization that helps you apply for assistance. Anyone can slap a page on the web, and make such a claim. They’re called “American Hope Resources,” and here’s what the BBB has on them (not good):

For now on, I’ll make SURE to apply on OFFICIAL gov’t sites. What was I thinking? I hope nothing awful comes of it…that’s all I need, on top of everything else!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Maybe he ain’t so evil after all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 27, 2021 10:05 AM

> You can tell how much they totally appreciate the comfort and security. That little exposed belly. They know they’re safe in a big, bad world.

They know when they’re with me, they’re 100% protected and loved. But Deek deserves SOME credit, for they are always clean and healthy looking when with him, and absolutely NO sign of doggie neuroses from mistreatment…which means there IS none. Something else is going on, that is not visible to me. Deek MUST be treating the pups better than I think, but intentionally acts otherwise, in my presence.

Which implies, once again, affirmation of my Bodhisattva Premise: that this is an act, whereby I am set up to be the hero of this movie. IOW: Deek is drawing out my noble spirit.

Speaking of Flaco’s belly: you can see there’s no suggestion of pregnancy. Her nips have completely shrunk down to normal size. God forbid Deek will ever admit I was correct about false pregnancy. Which lasts about three weeks, and that’s how it went with Flaco. But it served a vital purpose, in that I now KNOW Deek is not setting her up for a puppy mill venture, and HE knows for sure that I did NOT expose her to insemination, either intentionally or by accident.

> Aw, hell.

That site looks just like the gov’t one, totally legit. But it isn’t. My mistake was to not first check for the “.gov” extension. I think the worst that will happen is they’ll spam my mailbox with scads of flase promises to get rich quick, if only I send them a few hundred dollars, or give them access to my bank account. This is based on OTHER people’s experience with them, as posted to a BBB forum.

Had a wonderful sleep with darling Flaco in my arms, and Lucky at my feet. They love to press up against me, their fondness emanating like a fluffy comforter for the soul.

Well, it’s now 9:12 AM and I’m still waiting on a Comcast supervisor to show up. The previous two times before a techie would arrive, they called me ahead of time, anywhere from 20 to 10 minutes in advance. And they both showed up by 9 AM sharp. So I don’t know how this time around will play out. I already set up the alcove with three sleeping bags and a heavy coat, for when a Comcast rep. arrives. I will barricade it with one of my storage bins. See attached photo. Also see attached photo of the pups I just took a minute ago. Both shots were taken by my new smartphone.

Just got a text that a Comcast tech will soon arrive.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: Comcast Update
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 27, 2021 12:32 AM

Technician Saul (pronounces it “sah-ool”) did a thorough job figuring out what needs to be done, and has scheduled for a new cable installation to my hovel tomorrow morning, with the help of a second person. He said the reason why he needs assistance, is because radio antennas on our roof can cause harm if you’re up there for too long! So they’ll take turns getting everything set up. He ALSO made it clear that Comcast DOES service this building, in spit of what Lester said.

It surprised me to learn he was on the roof in the first place, as there’s supposed to be a lock on the door leading to it. A warning sign claims no one has permission to enter, and an alarm will go off if you try. Apparently, that’s not the case any more. I just went up there myself, to discover the door is not only unlocked, it’s open! Last time I was up there (about three years ago), it had a severe warning in red with lots of exclamation points, and heavy wires wrapped around to seal it off…just as it has been for more than two decades. See attachment.

I thought this exposure thing was a fake! Now, good Dr. Wattson, I’m wondering how it’s impacting all the residents, including yours truly. Maybe that explains the nastiness going on in our building…and why those on the 4th floor (including the building manager, ha-ha) seem a lot more anti-social than those who inhabit the 2nd and 3rd.

It’s just one thing after another! And I’m SO stressed out having strangers come in and out of my room, seeing what a wreck of a hovel I occupy. I can’t even eat breakfast until they leave. At any rate, the pups were so mellow, Saul didn’t mind they stay inside. The brindlemutts just lolled blissfully on the bed, not a single bark from either.

When I DID transport them to the alcove as a test run, Lucky was fine with it and went right back to sleep. Flaco, however, stared up at me with ears pinned back, like I had just tossed her out on the street. The forlorn look in those sparkly brown eyes was a soul-crusher! Next thing you know, she jumped atop the bin and clambered into my arms. Her alarm was easily resolved, however, once I sat down in the alcove WITH her. She was perplexed as to why she had to hang out just outSIDE the room, instead of in here with me! And I don’t blame her one bit; I’ve never done that before. And I HOPE I won’t ever have to do that again.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: The Howling [my latest video – 46 secs.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: May 27, 2021 1:27 PM

When the sirens go off, so do the pups!

Subject: 26 Second Video of Myrtle Moving Her Last Things Out
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: May 27, 2021 7:45 PM

I just HAPPENED to peer out the window at the right moment. Thank you, Kismet!

Subject: Comcast Appointment Screw-up!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 8:09 AM

Affirmation of my next appointment for a tech to come out arrived in my emailbox, but instead of tomorrow between 9-11 AM, it said “6/1 starting between 7:30am – 8:30am!” So I clicked on the link to change the appointment to (hopefully) tomorrow, and a window popped up that said: “Looks like you don’t have any scheduled appointments. If you’ve recently scheduled an appointment, this information should be ready in a few minutes. Please check back soon.”

Now I don’t know if they’re coming out today at all! Even though Saul said he’ll be back this morning! And I don’t have his phone number.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Re: Comments for Tom Karinshak
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Comcast ecare
Date: May 28, 2021 8:22 AM

The technician showed up yesterday on schedule (his name is Saul), checked out the cable box and my line, and said the cable needs to be replaced. So we arranged for him to come back tomorrow, with an assistant, to install a new cable line to my apartment. BUT:

Affirmation of my next appointment for a tech to come out arrived in my emailbox, but instead of tomorrow between 9-11 AM, it said “6/1 starting between 7:30-8:30 AM!” So I clicked on the link to change the appointment to (hopefully) tomorrow, and a window popped up that said: “Looks like you don’t have any scheduled appointments. If you’ve recently scheduled an appointment, this information should be ready in a few minutes. Please check back soon.”

Now I don’t know if they’re coming out today at all! Even though Saul said he’ll be back this morning!

Subject: Re: Comments for Tom Karinshak
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Comcast ecare
Date: May 28, 2021 9:28 AM

It’s okay, Saul and assistant just showed up!

Subject:They just showed up, thank god!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 9:41 AM

Comcast’s appointment “affirmation” gave me quite a scare, though! Saul and assistant are busy at work, preparing to get me a new cable line.

Subject: CONNECTED! <3 <3 <3
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 10:52 AM

Took them less than an hour to install the cable, and have me up and running! Delighted with my vastly improved DL and UL rates. See attachment.

I am a new “me:” smartphone and cable connection. Hooray!

Re: They just showed up, thank god!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 2:16 PM

> Yay!

One “Yay!” Wattson, and a thousand “Huzzah’s!” Here they are at work (32 seconds):

But my cable outlet no longer has a cover plate.

No complaint here, though, I’m online, and FAST! I gave Saul and his assistant a profuse compliment for their excellent work, and kudos to Comcast for following up so quickly…on Xfinity’s “Send Tom Feedback” page.

Attached is also that video’s thumbnail, because it makes such a poignant statement all by itself. One might say I’m gazing into Xfinity!

I now have my Tracfone Moto and Android tablet connected to Xfinity, and have just disconnected/packed away my DSL gateway kit, ready to ship back to their Santa Roja headquarters ASAP.

Outside of all that, I DON’T WANT YOU TO MISS THIS VIDEO I posted yesterday to MCN, but might have eluded you. THE most adorable video yet, of Flaco & Lucky, and just 46 seconds.

Re: They just showed up, thank god!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 3:36 PM

> Quite a production!!

I can’t praise them enough. I just hope they don’t fire the second technician, who spewed all this BS about Comcast not serving my block. After all, he DOES know where I live!

> And the doggies–little coyote yips and songs, their intelligent little faces, pure love….

Lucky too lazy to sit up, and a big ol’ yawn between howls. While Flaco gazed at me with SINCERITY; you know whatever she was thinking was VERY important to convey. She has all my respect, and more. What a darling, sweet face she has.

Deek dropped by yesterday afternoon to pick them up. I was returning from their afternoon walk, when I saw him across the street, by my building. Once I came up to him, Flaco raised her face to flash the most incredible, bright smile in his direction. “Look how happy she is to see you!” I pointed out. He never greets them with hugs, but Flaco finds a way to touch his heart, no matter what. But get this, Wattson:

He was lugging about a NEW and even LARGER speaker, almost five feet tall! He was porting it on a dolly. I queried, “WHY do you burden yourself with such heavy stuff?” He didn’t reply, but seemed in a pleasant-enough mood. I was just concerned that he may not be giving enough attention to the pups, as he only had the dolly with a few, stuffed plastic bags drooping from the handles…no shopping cart in which to stash things like a blanket or old jackets to keep the dogs warm and comfortable at night. But he’s efficient when it comes to gathering up whatever he needs, in a pinch.

Neither of us spoke much. I just said, “Well, is that it?” after he handed me TWO smartphones to recharge (and put music on one), and told me to hold onto that 20-lb. speaker he gave me a couple of days ago. He didn’t ask for more doggy food…or money. Okay by me (especially the money part, the food I always have to spare)!

Finally, gettin’ rid of THIS old thing, my last remnant of AT&T:

After all, even though I dropped my AT&T phone service a year-and-a-half ago, when I switched over to Chronic’s DSL Internet w/telephone, they were piggybacking on THEIR lines for both features.

It’s a new world for me!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: And here’s the cable on the outside of the building:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 7:49 PM

I can only hope no one who moves in next door decides to play my enemy, as it would be so EASY for him to bend down a bit, out the adjacent window, and cut the line! Everything about my life is jury-rigged; this is just the latest. Well, I’m certainly not gonna lose sleep over it.

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Re: Would you recommend “auto-refill” for Tracfone?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 10:42 PM

> I use it for the phone I gave to Dan’s widow. No problem so far. For the one I use, I just do pay-as-you-go.

Okay, thanks. I don’t see on my account how many minutes I’ve talked, so far. I guess that’s because I’m on unlimited. But I need to know in order to figure out if I can go for a cheaper plan. I’ve been talking on the phone a lot, which is unusual…but getting things straightened out with Comcast changed all that for awhile. Once things simmer down, I doubt I’ll actually use my phone for more than ten calls a month, if even THAT!

So I’m gonna try out one of their limited plans for a month, to see how it goes. I can always add more minutes whenever. I am not one to be out and about very much, so wouldn’t find keeping the Moto on me at all times a godsend. I’d probably text a lot more, though it wouldn’t mount to much, either. I’d be texting to receive deliveries from Amazon, and I’d have to be hovel for that, anyway.

At any rate, $20/month is a great deal, especially since I won’t have to pay for Internet access for god knows HOW long. But once the EBB program ends, it’s still only gonna cost me $10/month…plus taxes and surcharges. Putting the kibosh on was the BEST thing to do, and I thank them for getting the ball rolling! But what a rocky transition…now that it’s come to a happy end, I’m already laughing.

There is also my prediction that I will soon leap to worldwide fame…at which point my unlimited plan WILL pay for itself many times over. So maybe I’ll just count my blessings, and settle into things as they now are. Which are all shockingly recent, I should note.

I got my second covid shot, a Tracfone account, and a new ISP up and running, all within the same week! Also, I applied for food stamps yesterday, via the official state government site. If eligible, I’ll be getting at LEAST $245/month, which is their lowest amount. This is NOT like the last time I got on it, about five years ago when they gave me a measly $16. So I just decided not to renew.

Based on how much money I save from all this, I will increase Deek’s allowance accordingly…that is, he’ll get HALF of what I save. He has NO idea about any of this, BTW…including my FREE Internet. I don’t need him sticking his nose around in my finances.

The brindlekin have been a stupendous uplift of my world, causing so many good changes! My room is now as lovely as it can possibly be, given the rundown condition it’s in, thanks to lousy housing laws. You’re not even supposed to HAVE a pet if you live in a single room. However, others have done that, so I guess Ablablah Realty chooses to be kind enough to turn a blind eye. In fact, I don’t think you’re supposed to just bring in a dog without first getting their official permission!

But when I met Lucky, and later, Flaco, I KNEW they deserved much better than what fucked-up Deek could provide (as well as NOT provide, even though he could). So I just took them under my wing come hell or high water, let the devil be damned. And look at how well it turned out! I was never so determined about ANYthing in my life, as I have with caring for these outstanding pooches! And it can only get better.

Well, signing for off the nonce, dear Wattson. For another amazing day has come to a close, that an equally amazing day will follow on Aurora’s heels.

Subject: Considering Striking a Deal with Deek…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 11:42 AM

…but since it revolves around money, I hesitate. With the savings on Internet fees, and (hopefully) getting food stamps, I can easily increase his weekly allowance from $60 to $100…and still have at least an extra hundred for myself. I’d pay him two lump sums per week, the first being $60 on Sunday, the second, $40 on either Wednesday or Thursday. With NO more “advance payment” requests ever again. But this raise comes with an iron-clad stipulation:

That he let the pups stay with me three nights per week. I will suggest four at first, because he’ll probably insist on lowering the number (meaning if I first ask for three days, he’ll demand only two).

I have been telling him for MONTHS now, that it’s just too cold to keep the dogs outdoors for such lengths of time. I’m NOT saying this for ME, but for the pooches. His loneliness when they don’t sleep with him should NEVER usurp consideration of this important aspect for the sake of their health.

He will probably resist in outrage with his little drama-queen scenario at first. But I believe he’ll come around shortly thereafter. Though since I hate using money to persuade him, because that’s treating the doggies like a profit machine, rather than living creatures who deserve 100% kindness and care. At any rate, I’ll have to wait on those food stamps before even considering this negotiation.

It is WRONG to keep them outdoors on ANY night, but I don’t see how he’d EVER agree to this, let alone my more limited proposal. BUT I’M FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIVES! So, what say you, good doctor? Your insight on this matter will be IMMENSELY appreciated, as it is on everything else you have advised me on.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Considering Striking a Deal with Deek…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 29, 2021 3:40 PM

> I’d say it’s a good plan, except for the fact that Deek has reneged before on monetary agreements. You gave him $300 not so long ago in exchange for him permanently relinquishing them. He went along with it for a while, then changed his mind, lied to the cops about it. And It’s not as if he gave you your money back!

He DID give me the money back, by my subtracting that $300 from his accumulated allowance that he never received while the pups were with me. We have an arrangement that, should he be gone for a longish time, I will hold onto the payments, letting them build up…not to extend beyond two months. So, after subtracting $300, I only owed him $160. Also, it was very painful for him to go through the hoops and deal with the police in any way, shape or form. It was a lesson burned into him like an iron brand. He’s now FULLY aware how far I will go to protect the brindlekin.

> So I fear he’ll find a way to twist this arrangement around. He KNOWS how much the pups mean to you, and that he can use them to blackmail you. He wants money, you want the pups.

Right. And if he rejects my proposal, he now knows that I have extra moolah to spend, so he’ll start whining for advancements more often, trying to squeeze extra cash from me. He is VERY clever when it comes to scamming, but I pretend to be clueless.

> But whatever it takes–even money–to make the pups safer and to bring them closer to being yours is worth the gamble.

The alternative is to use that surplus to keep them in sweaters and blankets…and whatever else I might deem necessary. He’ll think they’re coming from donations, and not my bank account. Frankly, his scammy nature makes me sick to my stomach, especially when two, adorable pups are in the middle of it all.

I’m amazed at how well I’m handling my expenses. I still have $127 in the bank, plus $41 cash at hand, plus $60 set aside for this Sunday, to give to Deek. My next Social Security deposit will arrive in just five days…so I’m sitting pretty! Next month will be even better, because no more expenses. And, get this:

I just learned that Google Voice does NOT require you to interface its app with a real phone number. So long as you’re on wifi, you can dial in and dial out with your smartphone even if it doesn’t have service. So I didn’t really need to purchase a cell plan, after all, if I’m will to do without texting and data! But the data option is useful, for times when my wifi goes down…as it did this morning for about 12 minutes. At any rate, it’s an excellent BACKUP in the event my Moto should break or disappear for whatever reason. I just tried it on my non-service LGE phone, and it worked like a charm. This is good stuff to know.

Finally: I found this big ol’ box on the back porch…the pups’ll love it! So much bigger than the last one, they’ll have a field day.

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It seems to be one of the many perks of Myrtle & son’s departure. “Thanks for the box you two; I hope to never see either of you again!” To date, one of my enemies has died, and two have just moved out. I’m already benefiting IMMENSELY from Todd’s recent, and timely, departure, by having much more frequent access to the shared toilet, rather than being forced to wait until the old coot gets off the pot a half hour later!

Now, who’s left on the enemy list? Kevin the building manage, Moe my quasi-fascist neighbor down the hallway, and a spanking new one, whose name I don’t even know…and would rather NOT, anyway. The nasty one with the two chihuahuas, who chooses to manifest ENMITY rather than friendship. I’ve always been ready to make peace with my adversaries, but it rarely works out that way. So they wind up being driven far from THIS quizzical pilgrim, by their own karma, while I remain as always. Let’s see what becomes of these ambulatory turds. And, hopefully, none of them will conjure up an additional enemy or two via their gossip, before they themselves depart or kick the proverbial bucket. I guess Deek’s on that enemy list, too, so long as he neglects the pooches.

But I know I’ll be perfectly fine through it all; thus I know Flaco & Lucky will be too, because we three are intertwined by a beautiful force that is both conscious and benevolent. And its name is Love.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Zach showed up for his $60 allowance today…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 29, 2021 6:45 PM

…which is pretty good, because it’s SUNDAY, and he didn’t try to squeeze an advance out of it by showing up on an earlier day. That’s a change for the better. He’s also been mostly impeccable in his appearance these past several weeks, including his shopping cart. But he only dropped by for a few minutes, was crabby, and asked for another supply of doggy food…meaning that he doesn’t want them to visit me.

I returned two, fully charged smartphones he gave me a couple nights back. One of them is thinly cracked all over, but still works fine. However, he started to gripe about how I removed the cellophane from it (which was already loose and shedding), which caused it to have many more cracks than when he gave it to me. I told him, that’s bullshit, YOU’RE cracked! Then he got upset that one of the two worn down headphones he gave me, was unpluggable, so couldn’t be charged…and blamed THAT on me, too: “You broke it!”

Meanwhile, I sat close by the pups, petting them as he droned on with hurtful nonsense. Then he caught Flaco licking the back of my hand and told her “Stop it!” She just looked at him, not sure WHAT he wanted, but ready to please him at the wag of a tail. I reiterated that what she was doing is harmless,just showing her affection; and he’s being stupid about it. This is just his childish frustration over how much both pups like me, so he invents whatever strikes him at the moment, to offend me.

But towards the last part of our meetup, we had a really GREAT conversation about dealing with crises and other difficult things in our lives. I gave him some very good advice, though he’s not the best listener…just kept talking over me, but I made sure he heard at least SOME of what I imparted. After listening to HIS difficulties, I then reminded him of all the crap I’VE been through in my building. Much to my chagrin, he played dumb: “What are you talking about?”

“I already told you,” I replied. “That black dude, for example.”

“Oh,” he retorted, “All I made out of that was you snitched on him, and he got angry.”

“Well, you read it all wrong then,” I corrected. “He threatened me, didn’t wear a mask in the hallway, nor did his friends, and they made a big nuisance of themselves right in the hallway near my door!”

“They were just chillin’, trying to have a nice time, and you got in their face,” he interjected.

“Nope, they forced me to stand up for myself, and put a stop to their craziness,” I further explained. “And they, and another dunce, got driven away from me, because of their wicked behavior. One of them even died.”

At any rate, Wattson, Deek showed ZILCH sympathy, even though I gave him mine. He loves to play the asshole. When he spoke about how difficult some people are, they’re drama queens, I mentioned how he, himself, acts like that from time to time. At that, he scrunched up his brow and queried: “What do you mean? When did I ever do that?” I said why bother, you’ll just get upset and deny everything. He actually just DID that only moments earlier, over a smartphone and a headset! But that was at the beginning of an otherwise excellent exchange of words.

Off they went then; we wished each other god’s blessing and a lovely night. Gave the pooches one last hug before I returned hovel, myself. I do want to point out, though, that his gripes are far less hyper, and he always keeps a soft voice through it all. Another good change that started some weeks ago. As for my tech adventures:

I got my Xfinity account locked down to be ultra private and secure, by blocking their offer to phone, text or snail-mail me with promotional material, including paying an occasional door-to-door visit to sell their wares! Who do they think they are: Jehovah’s Witnesses? I’ve never had ANY company do that…struck me as a rather strange selection in their opt-out list! See attachment.

I also registered my three smartphones and one tablet with my Xfinity account, for additional security. And put both my Moto and Google Voice numbers on the national do-not-call registry, and set up call screening for GV.

My laptop is now connected via ethernet, while all other devices use wifi, of course. Comcast encourages all their customers to just forgo ethernet entirely, as there’s really no point in using it. But something happened yesterday to prove otherwise. For about 12 minutes the wifi went down, right in the middle of installing an app on my Moto. So I checked the other two phones and my tablet: yep, they were all disconnected! My first thought was that it’s a Comcast outage in the region, so I started searching the ‘net for any reports coming in, on my laptop. Then it hit me: I can still get on the web with my main system! That told me right there, it probably was NOT an outage, but a glitch in the router. Had I not been using ethernet, I would’ve been at a loss, and without ANY Internet access at all!

Xfinity’s EBB approval arrived in the email yesterday. It’s right there on my billing page. So looks like I’m good in THAT department. You have to FIRST sign up with the gov’t’s Lifeline Support EBB program, and wait for them to send you a yea or nay. Which took all of two days in my case. THEN, and ONLY then, if it’s “yea,” should you go to your Xfinity accunt and register. They approved me just a day later. Others have had major glitches re. EBB, even though they’ve gone through registration and approval via the proper channels. Such as described in the following Reddit thread:

Others, like me, have been more fortunate. So now, I have great Internet access FOR FREE, though Boudica only knows how long THAT will last!

MAJOR learning curve re. Tracfone service, Moto E features, Android 10 and Xfinity. Spent three solid days getting through it all, but I’m there. Algernon never had it so good! But where are MY flowers?

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Subject: I just learned something new about the Dog Star!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 29, 2021 11:16 PM

…from this EarthSky article:

In India, Sirius is sometimes known as Svana, the dog of Prince Yudhisthira. The prince and his four brothers, along with Svana, set out on a long and arduous journey to find the kingdom of heaven. However, one by one the brothers all abandoned the search until only Yudhisthira and his dog, Svana, were left. At long last they came to the gates of heaven. The gatekeeper, Indra, welcomed the prince but denied Svana entrance. Yudhisthira was aghast and told Indra that he could not forsake his good and faithful servant and friend. His brothers, Yudhisthira said, had abandoned the journey to heaven to follow their hearts’ desires. But Svana, who had given his heart freely, chose to follow none but Yudhisthira. The prince said that, without his dog, he would forsake even heaven. This is what Indra had wanted to hear, and then he welcomed both the prince and the dog through the gates of heaven.

Subject: A bit more about Deek that I forgot to mention:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 30, 2021 10:43 PM

Remember, Wattson, I told you I’ll never bring up the false pregnancy issue to him? Well, HE brought it up himself when we last met up…much to my surprise. Remarked how he was befuddled that she looked ready to bust with puppies, but now she’s as normal looking as can be.

“Didn’t I tell you it was a false pregnancy, Deek?” I replied, while rubbing her once-again flat belly.

Also to my surprise, he did NOT play the drama queen by opposing or mocking me, but accepted what I said matter-of-factly. It did give us BOTH quite a scare, and made us think the other had not kept his word. But I’m glad it happened, as Deek now knows better, that false pregnancies are real, and that maybe Zeke knows a thing or two about dogs.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: A bit more about Deek that I forgot to mention:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 30, 2021 11:07 PM

> Oh, if only we could get her fixed…

Out of the realm of possibility. A pathological idiot stands in the way.

Subject: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 1, 2021 4:46 PM

I JUST fed and watered them, after our usual group hugs, kisses and all-around canine jubilation. Deek came by an hour ago, said he’d like to go bicycling, and can’t do that with the pups. He still had that HUGE speaker on a dolly, and asked me to bring the OTHER heavy speaker down! I questioned his decision, considering he’s already burdened with much weight, but he just brushed it away, he can handle it…while strapping down one speaker atop another, and hooking the dolly up to his bike. Well, at least you’ll get a lot of exercise, I acknowledged. In sum:

All was calm in his interactions, didn’t even bring up anything to annoy me, at all. Which makes me think of that dog star tale out of India, whereby the main character’s love was challenged w/o him even knowing…and he’d sooner stay with the pup than go to heaven without him. So he passed the test and they BOTH entered through Nirvana’s Gates.

In a similar manner, Deek’s been testing ME with the dogs, by presenting one difficulty after another. Till the point where almost ALL my anxieties over them have finally vanished. At any rate, I couldn’t POSSIBLY be more content, than with the brindlekin my most honored guests…not even if God’s Own Angels came to me with a bounty of gifts in exchange for the pooches. I would turn them all down. For a dog’s love is boundless.

Re: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 1, 2021 5:57 PM

> Every little thing they do is magic!

Their love and kindness radiate! Always a gift to gaze upon them, no matter what they’re doing, or not. As I said: a dog’s love is boundless. And God is love…so there ya have it. People go on these quests to find God, too foolish to realize they should just adopt a dog. Isn’t calling this divine creature “god” spelled backwards more than enough of a clue? It’s like hitting them over the head with it!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 1, 2021 7:34 PM

> Harming a dog should be a capital crime.

I adamantly agree. The fact that it isn’t, only shows what a barbaric society we live in.

Re: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 1, 2021 10:58 PM

> It’s even worse in other parts of the world. At least we don’t (as far as I know) have dog-meat farms, like China, Korea, the Philippines…

I’m all too aware of that. I’ve seen some videos, and they were horrific! Those sweet pups wagging their tails in friendly expectation, right up to the last moment when they are hung upside down and skinned alive. Beyond hearbreaking.

This is where my Bodhisattva Premise kicks in, in a most important way. And why it serves me so well, and can for everyone else. In that SUCH TRAGEDIES DON’T REALLY OCCUR. It is either a fake report, staged by the angels…or the dog’s consciousness has already departed to a friendly realm, while a dummy actor replaces it, to act out the throes of terror.

The PURPOSE of broadcasting these scenes is to teach us the virtues of compassion and long-suffering. And, since God is a loving God, she or he creates these false events, so that no REAL creature is persecuted. Once we’ve learned the lessons of virtue, the veil is lifted, and we finally see for ourselves: no harm, no foul. But if we come to this conclusion too soon–that these horrors never happened in the first place–we will never learn life’s most important lessons, which are the virtues. These lessons MUST be thoroughly drummed into our psyches before we are ready to cross over into a higher plane of existence.

I was given this remarkable epiphany years ago, over a vision I had of Randolph’s soldier buddies whom he lost to war in Vietnam…causing him GREAT grief and guilt, as did the hellish fate of that country’s innocent civilians. Which I wrote in my seminal work, “NeoPositivity: a Gay Religion.” It was a vision granted to me by Odin, of how Randolph’s misery shall be redeemed, along with that of every soldier who’s fought in battle. Odin then showed me how this revelation expands beyond the matter of war, and into all other aspects of existence, when it comes to terror, tragedy and crisis.

This new understanding that came to me is actually all there, in any religion or spiritual belief that counts. But you have to think for yourself, rather than listen to common interpretations, which sometimes are wrongly skewed. For when it comes to “sacred text,” what really IS literal, and what is figurative? I can cite from each of the major religion’s books, their most relevant passages which give clue to my Premise.

But why bother? I have already done that in various essays, but no one will comprehend until the time comes for their OWN veil to lift. Besides which, we are entering the era where ALL the world shall have this Golden Truth brought to light. Otherwise I would not know of it, myself…I’m just a bit ahead of the curve. So why bang my head against the wall, trying to get people to understand before their time? My writings on this matter shall one day be celebrated for the visionary screeds they truly are.

And I steadfastly believe that day is very soon, Wattson. It will mark the greatest transformation of humanity to ever occur. And it will be wonderful.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Well guess who’s back…Arwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 2, 2021 12:05 AM

Washing the dishes, getting ready for bed, which first means settling down with the pups to watch a couple of scary movies…when suddenly I heard that familiar “Whack!” of the parking sign out front. Now, since the Hohokum smoke shop opened, their workers hang outside most nights, and sometimes you’d hear one of them give their own slam on that sign. So I wasn’t expecting to see My Comely Chameleon when I stuck my head out the window a few moments ago. But yep, it was him!

He didn’t look back, and I didn’t call out…only because of that little smoke shop cabal that would love to stick their nose in my business…thus I didn’t want to draw their attention by hollering out the window. Nonetheless, it was a signal to let me know he’s back. Because all the many OTHER times I’ve heard that sign get pounded, not one of them proved to be He Who Found My Amethyst Crystal Under His Heel.

Things are gonna get interesting. Can’t wait to introduce him to the brindlekin! Maybe he’ll scare some sense into Deek, to surrender them to my care. He owes me at least THAT much.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: 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 10:10 AM

What you need to know about London Breed’s new budget proposal

This is good. BTW, Deek has been speaking to the Homeless Outreach Team (HOT) on a regular basis, for help in getting a roof over his head, including the pups. So far, they’ve turned him down, due to budget restraints. But I told Deek to keep up the search, something really good will eventually pan out for him. He has already turned down ONE offer for emergency shelter, where he’d live in a warehouse environment with dozens of others, and no privacy! “Good for you,” I commented, “don’t settle for the first thing that comes along.”

These emergency shelters are poorly run, noisy and with theft and violence problems…and an AWFUL place for little doggies. There’s also a curfew, which really rubs him the wrong way. Plus, he’d be separated from his network of street friends…and that kind of isolation CAN’T be good. The shelter they offered him is way out by the bay: not his usual hangout.

But he’s making excellent progress, and I believe the pups are a powerful stabilizer for his bipolar swings. I would not be surprised at all if he soon comes to realize how important it is to not expose them so much to these chilly nights…and decides to have them stay with me more often. Everything I told him regarding better care for his dogs seems to be sinking in. Thank Artemis!

So this morning I stepping out with the pups for their usual morning walk, only to see a group of homeless camped out on the corner, just thirty feet away. Flaco & Lucky’s attention was riveted upon them, and I hoped to avoid any barking or conflict by skirting around them via taking the curbside route, instead of the sidewalk. Which really gave little leeway, but I had no other option, except to turn right towards Castro Street…which is another can of worms.

Thankfully, the dogs did NOT bark, but I saw one of them (a short, scruffy blond-haired fellow) eyeing us with suspicion. I wanted to cross the street right then and there, but the traffic light was on red. Sure enough he hollered out to me:

“Hey, where’s Deek?”

I turned to him, shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know.”

Seeing as that response wasn’t gonna satisfy him, I elaborated: “I’m dog sitting for him, so he can take a break, ride his bike.”

“Oh, okay,” he replied. The light turned green at that moment and, as I crossed over, called back:

“You guys have an excellent morning!”

As we returned hovel, I thought: are they still parked on that corner, am I gonna have to deal with them again. But no, as I approached my residence, I saw they had already departed. What a relief!

Jeez, it’s like walking through a field of land mines sometimes, just to do good around here. Between the nasty residents in my building, and the dysfunctional meth heads on the streets seething with paranoia and Deek’s own gossip, it’s a wonder I haven’t been seriously threatened or beaten up by now! Or evicted.

But I’ve won every single battle thrust my way so far, and intend to beat the odds in any future conflict. I am nothing if not driven, for the sake of my brindlekin! No cause could be more righteous, AFAIC.

And maybe more street folks seeing me with the pooches will work in my favor, especially regarding Deek’s possible death, arrest or hospitalization. For more of them would know who to bring the dogs to, in such a crisis. They’ve seen me stepping through that front gate dozens of times by now…with the doggies. Both coming and going. I have no private life any more, either outdoors or inside! Thanks to Deek’s drama-queen bullshit, and the building manager’s extreme harassment. Flaco & Lucky & me against the world!

The Final Chapter (part 9)

May 17, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17i]

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Subject: Deek’s Stubborn Refusal to Not Park by My Building…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 12, 2021 11:09 AM

…is starting up again. Attached is a pic of him and pups hanging out behind my building, RIGHT BELOW MOE’S APARTMENT! This was shortly after he picked up Flaco & Lucky and a supply of dog food. It was a friendly visit thank god, but then he has to pull this. Some minutes after I brought the pooches to him, I poked my head out the window to see they were gone. Whence I stepped out for my morning java purchase, only to discover they had only moved right around the corner.

The dogs of course saw me, as I wasn’t far enough away to elude them…but I pretended they didn’t, and proceeded to Rosenberg’s. Upon returning hovel, I repeated my faux invisibility as the mutts quietly watched me cross back, even through the picture windows that allow you to see clear to the other side, a la Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks”…minus the noir. Deek was nodding off, head lowered towards the concrete, with a hand on Flaco’s back. That is: HE didn’t see me, but THEY did. It was our little, canine secret, as they eyed me intently, turning their heads ever so incrementally, until I finally disappeared behind sold wall.

So, after sipping my coffee for a few minutes, I decided to step back out and confront him, tell him he’s not supposed to park near my building. He was, of course, obstinate, insisting he has a right to hang out anywhere in the city. So I reiterated for the zillionth time, that this is where I live, and he often brings noisy disturbances that upset my neighbors, so it’s flat out BAD to jeopardize my living situation, after all the goods things I do for him. He finally said okay, okay, I’m going, but I doubted that. Nonetheless, he was calm throughout, unlike his usual, drama queen self…and I returned hovel.

Though after 20 more minutes, I peered out the hallway window again ( which is right beside Moe’s residence) to see that, yes indeed, he was still there. Sprawled on the concrete, with the two pups curled up beside him. So I decided to bring them some water, and marched down with two flimsy plastic bowls (from a batch of 50 I ordered on Amazon for just this purpose). But by the time I arrived, he was already sitting up and noshing on some cold ravioli out of a can, while the pooches placidly soaked up the sun’s warmth.

I was wearing my cyclops glasses, and recorded it all, so here it is…I call it “The Water Bearer,” 3 minutes long:

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 12, 2021 4:07 PM

At 1 PM it was time to return his devices, including the 20-pound Bluetooth speaker. But just when I was about to retrieve it, I saw that I had neglected to plug it in, in the first place! So I stepped out to tell Deek I’m sorry, but I’m under a lot of stress (most of which is coming from Guess Who), and spaced out. He was only slightly perturbed and, overall, handled it with grace. And he was quiet all the while he was parked below Moe’s residence. So kudos for that. As for Flaco:


One of her nipples is greatly distended, which MAY indicated an infection, such as from sitting in the soil or directly on concrete much of the time. I just learned that, by viewing a web site about female pups’ nipples. HE HAS TO TAKE HER TO AN SPCA VET, PROMPTLY!

He claims he takes the pups there regularly, but I think it’s just a lie to pacify me. Now, when I see him again, I have NO CHOICE but to impress upon him how important this is. She’s a darling, sweet, kind doggy who should NEVER be so neglected. I don’t think she’s even registered in his name, as the police on that fateful abduction day, only showed Lucky’s name on the form. So Deek is highly likely to avoid taking her to a vet, at any and all costs. This is horrendous.

But that’s Deek for ya: just one crisis after another, as he regularly fucks up his own life, and anyone else who gets near him.

– Zeke K-Holmes

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 12, 2021 5:16 PM

> That’s awful. I don’t suppose he’d let you take her….?

I doubt the SPCA would go for that. Besides, treatment is free if you’re homeless. I’m not, so I’d be charged up the wazoo. But they may refuse anyway, if Deek isn’t there…they might require the “owner’s” permission. Since she’s NOT registered, they may demand I register her in my name, and get her spayed. But that may still be against the law, as Deek has had her for a long time, thus he owns her per common law, and spaying is against his wishes.

The “milk” that he gently squeezed from one of her nipples, to “prove” to me she’s pregnant, may be pus instead. She appears in no pain, so the possible infection is still in the early stages. However, Flaco is eating only about half her usual amount, and loss of appetite can be a sign of infection.

Deek said he’ll be back around 4, so that’s when I’ll do my best to talk him into taking her to the SPCA for a checkup. They will probably insist on charging him money, unless he agrees to getting her fixed.

You have no idea how many times I’ve told him to lay down cardboard, instead of forcing them to sleep or sit on the sidewalk…precisely in order to avoid infection!

– Zeke K-Holmes

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 12, 2021 7:06 PM

…but I’ll get to that at the end, just to keep you on tenterhooks!

Around a half hour ago, I looked out my window to see Deek and pups strolling down Market Street towards Noe, on the other side. I waited for him to raise his view in my direction, then waved. Instead of approaching my building, he waited for me on the southwest corner, by that tiny garden where Flaco loves to dig holes.

I DID confront him about Flaco possibly being infected, and the conversation went downhill from there, including the pregnancy issue. Overall, he handled it very well, even in his expected opposition to every single point I made. This is all on video (via my cyclops glasses BTW), but will take two hours to upload. Almost 9 minutes long, because it includes my walk home with the doggies, all the way to the door of my SRO. The first 6 minutes are where we converse. Or I should say “argue,” however it DID go amicably, much to my unexpected pleasure.

Upon entering, the pups immediately leapt onto the cot, whence I gave them group hugs…then noticed something different regarding Flaco’s tummy.


Her nipples are now all drastically reduced in size. False pregnancy, just as I conjectured all along. Deek’s claim of having taken her to a vet recently, who insisted she’s definitely pregnant, rang hollow with me all along. However, now he can’t squirm out of it. AND he never bothered to point out this sudden change in her condition during our latest meetup…the asshole. So what does my Bodhisattva Premise tell me about all this?

That once more I was being tested…to see if I could muster up the courage to confront Deek about her possibly being infected, and he seriously needs to take her to the SPCA for a checkup. Deek’s reaction was NOT explosive in the least (as one would certainly expect), albeit in total opposition. Which indicates he’s one of my testers a.k.a. bodhisattva guardians. He DID have the nerve to say, “I was in a good mood all day, but now you’ve ruined it.” Yet he remained in joyful spirit anyway, and, I think, got a big chuckle out of saying that. As usual, my bodhisattva angels are having fun at my expense. I’m sure that he and Arwyn have great fun talking about the latest prank Deek has pulled on me.

The doggies are in GREAT spirit, their appetite fully restored, as they went nuts again, this time around, for their ducky treats. The nipple crisis is over.

– Zeke K-Holmes

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 13, 2021 10:21 AM

> “The nipple crisis is over.” I’d like to hire a skywriter!!

You’re milkin’ it, Wattson!


Re: Deek’s Stubborn Refusal to Not Park by My Building…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 13, 2021 9:56 PM

> Such a tragedy. He’s a ruin. I can see the form of the man he might have been.

He’s a monster, and I am trapped in his pit…for the sake of the pups. EVERYthing I say to him, I first think over carefully. But he often puts me in situations where I MUST confront him with honest brutality. Which then makes him consider not letting me see the dogs. He has not returned with Flaco & Lucky, but I hope he will before it gets much later; the night is cold. He’s brought them over for five nights in a row, which is a real CHANGE.

Yesterday I told him to stop forcing them to sleep and rest directly on the sidewalk…use cardboard if nothing else, it’s easy to find. But he reacted by declaring: “I always have cardboard for them!” Well, he didn’t yesterday while they camped by my building. Nor has he almost every time I see them! He OUTRIGHT LIES, even in the middle of committing a wrong.

He is very ignorant; I don’t even think he comprehends the concept of germs, things that are so tiny you can’t see them without a high powered microscope. Because in his mind, if you can’t see them, they can’t exist. And that’s why he doesn’t think COVID-19 is real: who thinks something invisible can float in the air and poison you? It’s like trying to reason with someone from the Dark Ages.

Nor does he think his pups can come down with arthritis, because they’re perfectly healthy now!! He even mocked me for thinking about things that happened more than a few DAYS ago. Including whenever he’s made some vile statement a week or more back, he wonders why I’m bringing that up NOW. Granted, it’s a cop-out, but he also lacks cognition. I’m guessing he wasn’t educated beyond the sixth or seventh grade.

Dogs are companions for him, and that’s good. But he would’ve lost Lucky and his sister months ago, were it not for my persevering intervention, WHICH HE RESENT because he sees how much the dogs love me. When I started walking them across Market Street two days ago, it was all I could do to keep Flaco from propelling through traffic like a rocket, to get to my building. She was THAT overjoyed. And when I leave them with Deek, they watch recede in the distance, as long as they can…which is either until I disappear around a corner or through the front gate, or when Deek forces them to move, as he pushes the cart to which they’re leashed.

So his attitude is dogs only last a few years anyway, not realizing they normally have much longer lives, if you FUKKIN TAKE CARE OF THEM. Anyway, what helps me stay sane and with hope in my heart, is my Bodhisattva Premise. Which in this case is to present me with a seemingly insurmountable dilemma; one which appears BOUND for tragedy no matter what you do! Just one road block after another tossed in my way, especially when I THINK I’ve made a real breakthrough. For THEN is when something ELSE nasty comes along. And it makes perfect SENSE that this should be my challenge, in this advanced stage of my personal evolution. Anything less

The lesson here, is to learn to remain calm though any and all crises, and keep resting in faith, envisioning a jubilant outcome, though you have NO idea how that will come about. Every cold night they’re not with me (and MOST nights here are cold), turns what pleasure I COULD have into pointless, selfish distractions. But I MUST remind myself it is DEEK and no one else, who has brought these splendid little souls to me, and gifts me with their company now and then. And working with him to get him to treat them better has certainly given me a very noble mission in my old age! So THERE is the diamond in this pile of crap. Which is a clue of sorts, that no way will the mutts come to a sad end…they are simply here in my world to make me one hell of a better person. This is alchemy in its truest and most enlightening form: the transmutation of the soul into a phoenix of light. That will lead others, just as I am led by two magnificent doggies who have shown me the way. For they are love. Can you say “Arf!” to that? Means far more to me than “mutt”-ering “Amen!”

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are back here with me…hooray!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 14, 2021 12:24 PM

Deek showed up this morning around 10:30, asked if I could sit the pooches, as he’d like to ride around on his bike. I told him yes, it’s always yes for the doggies. He remarked what a cold day it is, and I simply commented (as I have many times before): that’s San Francisco for ya, it’s a city by the ocean. It was a brief meetup, after which he said thank-you, and I wished him a good day, I’ll feed the pups immediately.

Again, Wattson, I want to point out his surprisingly stable behavior: calm instead of bursting with rage. This has been pretty much the case for the past month or so, with an occasional eruption (albeit much less extreme than how he’s been for some years now). Yesterday was horrendous, but had nothing to do with Deek:

I ran the Lenovo Update, including for my notebook’s BIOS…which wound up sabotaging the system from booting up! Apparently, it had wiped out (or obscured) the LInux grub-2 menu, which allowed me to have a dual-boot computer, defaulting to Linux Mint, but Windows is just two down-arrows away. I could NOT load Windows by unplugging the SSD peripheral, on which Linux was installed! Nor did any startup option in the BIOS menu provide me with a workaround!

I tried loading a Linux distro via the plug-in DVD drive (with BIOS set up to load the system from there, first), but the laptop just kept dropping into failure mode, the drive was not recognized! At that point, I was in a panic: what bad timing, considering I’m soon to switch over to Comcast! Then I tried my Windows Repair DVD, selected the “boot repair” option, only to have it reply (after a minute or so of looking around): “Cannot repair.” So then I selected “Advanced Options,” which only allowed me to try bootup repair again, or drop and proceed to load Windows!

Lo and behold, when I selected “Run Windows 10” the old dual-boot menu appeared, allowing me once more to choose between the two OS’s. With that, I loaded Linux, downloaded the “boot-repair” app, and ran it. Resulting in ONLY booting directly into Windows, as if Linux never existed! The app should’ve known better. Well, that’s great I could get ONE operating system functioning again, but I was determined to have Mint up and running, as well. Long story short:

I could never get the dual-boot menu to work, unless I loaded the Windows Repair DVD, and went through the same steps that made such a restart possible. VERY TEDIOUS, because it takes time to load from a DVD, then go through the steps to get that dual-boot menu back (approximately a 7-minute gauntlet of nerve-wracking tedium).

Much time wasted in several more attempts to get things copasetic, including installing Linux to a flash drive. And THAT didn’t work, either, I have no idea why not! And I lost access to Windows TWO MORE TIMES, causing yet MORE angst (and metaphorical hair-pulling because I have none).

Well, good doctor, I finally gave up on Linux, relieved to have Windows working once more. I’ve decided to look into running that OS via a virtual drive withIN windows, now that I have recently upgraded to a whopping 16GB of RAM. Can you imagine if I lost the use of my X230, after all the expense I put into upgrades? Whew! But the nightmare was not yet over:

Happy as a lavender bivalve to resume my writing online, I suddenly discovered I could NOT log into WordPress, because it claimed I had the wrong password! No I didn’t, but after a dozen attempts, I selected the “Lost Password?” option to be done with it. But THAT didn’t work either, until my fourth go at it! Nonetheless, it would only let me access my secondary “Brindlekin” account that I had planned to dedicate solely to the doggy tales, but never got around to it. Instead, I decided to keep them all on my Zekeblog account, under the section titled “Brindlekin Tales.”

There is a “My Sites” link to switch to another account, but for some reason it refused to load Zekeblog, instead just froze up, with a blinking, small, white square taunting me to smash the keyboard! Contacting WP Support was yet aNOTHER headache, as you had to click through many suggestions to try this, try that, before you could email them! They responded a short while later with an auto-bot that said they’ll look into it usually within 24 hours, though it may take longer because COVID-19. Jeez Louise!

So just for the heck of it, I tried to load Zekeblog a few more times and, guess what: I FINALLY GOT IN! Thus leading me to conclude there was a glitch on their end. Would they ever admit that? No. So I posted back, telling them I have no idea what went wrong, but everything’s hunky-dory once again. A reply came swiftly, from someone with a diabolically unpronounceable Sanskrit name containing a passel of J’s Y’s and V’s (and barely a vowel or two) who replied how happy she is that I got the problem solved on my own, and to have a stupendously wonderful evening…om shanti.

And so by the end of the day, all the Imps of Cyber-Chaos were stuffed back into Pandora’s Jar, and I wound up having a relatively pleasant night, praying in the back of my mind for Flaco & Lucky, my beloved brindlekin angels.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: And here they are, comfy and well fed!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 14, 2021 2:02 PM

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Re: And here they are, comfy and well fed!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 14, 2021 3:06 PM

> Oh, how I love to see them on their cozy blue blanket!

Brindle-golden hues and radiant blues complement each other in a spectacular way. It is the nicest thing I’ve ever known, to see these two pups snoozing in bliss on my cot. They are infinitely huggable, so much joy from their sweet little souls! Sometimes one or the other will approach me and press their little noggin with a loving weight against my outstretched hand. They’ll push right into you with a comforting force that says, “I’m here, and I love you.”

I adore the scent of a dog; it’s a friendly smell. Before either of them settles in, they make a point of expressing much gratitude and affection towards me…which I simply CAN’T ignore, they won’t allow it! They have turned my room into a TRUE sanctuary of peace and harmony. I wouldn’t at all be surprised if angels started visiting me now and then…the human kind, I mean.

And, I must admit, to be honest about it: none of this would’ve happened without Deek in my life. And there is the paradox, in light of his frequently vulgar behavior.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: I probably lost a friend to COVID
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: May 15, 2021 10:14 AM

Chuck Kapinski, my friend of many years (and who is on my mailing list) probably passed away from COVID-19. He returned to Philadelphia 15 years ago, to care for his ailing mother suffering from dementia…but we have kept in touch over the years, via email. Renewing his old, high school friendships had turned him more to the political right, due to peer pressure. Thus, he became an anti-masker and mocked the pandemic as a ruse, refusing to wear a mask on public transit and many other places. (Yet still remained anti-Trump, thank god.) I tried to warn him of how foolishly dangerous that was, so I can’t say I didn’t see it coming!

The last I heard from his was around three weeks ago, where he posted me, saying that he thinks he caught the virus, and what do I think about getting the vaccine. Of course I told him yes, definitely get that shot…and wished him well. Since then, my emails to him have all bounced back. And that is how I figure he may have died, as he would’ve contacted me by now, were he okay. There is still a lingering hope that he is too sick to use the Internet…as he relies on public wifi from Dunkin Donuts, two miles away from his suburban digs. He’d connect two or three times a week, but often less frequently. And we’ve never communicated via telephone. Though I did just call him, and only the answering machine picked up…so I left him a message.

We had a common interest in Berkeley and San Francisco, which I’ve had with no one else. So I will certainly miss our schmoozing over that, especially his cynical takes on the Castro, and his love for everything Berkeley. We took many walks together, through the lovely streets and byways of Berkeley, often stopping for an hour or so at the Cafe Med, a wonderful hangout that shut down five years ago.

Chuck is the one who got me my residency in this building, way back in 1985, through his recommendation to the building managers (a lesbian couple, who have since long departed, replaced by a string of new managers over the years). He lived in a single room two flights right above me, where I visited most evenings, and we talked about many things, as well as watched something fun on TV. A mutual friend also visited, Carl (previously “Michael”) Betza, who finally passed on in 2010. I jokingly called ourselves “the 3 Musketeers.” Because we were a friendship trio, albeit rocky at times. Carl lived on the 3rd floor (also a single room), with me on the 2nd and Chuck on the 4th. Well, it looks like I now remain the last one standing. Many fond memories I shall always cherish.

– Ezekiel

Subject: I just phoned Charles, my Philly friend…answering machine picked up.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 10:56 AM

I didn’t have his phone number (a landline), but managed to successfully look it up, just moments ago. His answering machine kicked in, and for sure, that was his voice! So I left a message, hoping all is well, and let him know about the emails bouncing . I wish I had some way to contact one of his friends or neighbors back there.

This is his home that he inherited from his parents; nice neighborhood, a suburb of Philadelphia (Cornwells Heights):

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Click on the “satellite” thumbnail, then on “view larger map” to look around and see the other homes and the street he lives/lived on. What’s curious about his residential address, is the number “6966,” because MY building (which he also lived in for more than two decades, and got me in here on his recommendation) is “9666.”


Deek never showed up last night, so the pups are still here. It’s a cold, drizzly morning (45 degrees). They ate very well yesterday (two meals in all), but Lucky isn’t yet hungry this morning, and Flaco ate 2/3 of her share. The fact that Deek has been bringing the pups over ALMOST EVERY NIGHT for the past ten days is an excellent sign of progress and maturing on his part.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: I just phoned Charles, my Philly friend…answering machine picked up.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 1:44 PM

> You could try sending a letter via US mail.

Yes, of course. Go back to the Stone Age. Or even earlier: have Pterry Pterodactyl take an express flight over to his home, check it out, then glide back 3,000 miles to my windowsill and tell me all the dope. Or just teleport; she’s good at that.

RE: I probably lost a friend to COVID
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: May 15, 2021 3:01 PM

On 2021-05-15 11:41, Carlyle Lambourne wrote:

> Life is like a party where guests keep slipping away until we find ourselves alone and needing to go, ourselves, if we haven’t been one of the guests to leave earlier.

I’ve had VERY few friends in my life; in fact, I’ve had not a one for at least two decades. I don’t consider my homeless friend a friend in the usual sense…more like a work in progress. For we don’t actually do much of anything when we get together, and our meetups are brief. It is his doggies that give me solace. In fact, I would have driven him out of my life completely, were it not for them.

Chuck, like my other handful of friends, was not the kind of person you could really feel a bond with. But he was certainly better than a stranger, or even a mere acquaintance. I have never known any sort of deep friendship…and I think that’s because those surviving on the lower income scale cannot afford such a luxury. For it takes a certain basic level of affluence that will give you the long-term stability required to build true friendships.

So as far as “life is like a party” goes, guess I’ve never been invited to one. And for that reason, I will never experience a sloughing off of friends during my “golden” years. And I’d say I’m better off for that. Chuck’s swinging to the political right has made it easy to deal with his death.

– Ezekiel

Re: I just phoned Charles, my Philly friend…answering machine picked up.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 3:14 PM

> No, I’m serious. These days, sometimes an actual letter gets more attention than an email or text, precisely because it’s an anachronism!

Were he THAT good a friend, I’d certainly do the snail-mail thing. But as it stands, his shift to the political right and conspiracy theories in the past ten years or so, do not make me feel he’s worth the investment. The worst of which is his horrendous, anti-mask stance which I never expected.

I’d rather just let it go, and if somehow he’s still alive and resumes contact, fine. If not, so be it.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: I just phoned Charles, my Philly friend…answering machine picked up. ERRATA
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 3:22 PM

> I get it.

If there were one or two sweet doggies in the mix, I’d be a lot more attentive to him. Deek is that kind of overinvestment. I will, of course, miss our mutual cynicism over the Castro, and love for Berkeley. There is no one else in my life with those kinds of ties.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek just picked up the pups!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 9:42 PM

His demeanor was surprisingly friendly, expressing gratitude for providing them with shelter and food, and being so good to the doggies. In short, it was a delightfully uneventful meetup…absolutely NO drama! It looks like he’s finally stabilizing, and on the right path. Which means a better situation for the pooches, including more frequent stays at my hovel. I’ve told him what you’ve said to me, about dogs being little Jesuses, and is why I give them so much love and respect, in return.

What I’ve accomplished on many levels over the past six months is nothing, if not amazing. Not just regarding Deek, but numerous others, including in cyberspace. I’m surprised that San Francisco has yet to replace Harvey Milk’s face with my own! What’s stopping them?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Here we go.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 9:54 PM

There’s more here:

Including Keanu Reeves as Dog-Loving Jesus:

Re: Here we go.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 10:12 PM

> “Keanu Reeves as Dog-Loving Jesus.” Oh, me like!!!

The painting depicts him right after he swallowed the blue pill. The dog, however, took neither pill…it just wants to be hugged.

Subject: Deek just wished me a blessed day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 11:45 AM

Came by this morning an hour ago, to pick up his heavy speaker, and a spare smartphone. I believe he and the pups were camped out across the street and a half-block down, since I heard Lucky & Flaco’s little barks earlier. After retrieving the items, he said he’s taking them to the park now, and wished me a very blessed day. ONCE AGAIN, ABSOLUTELY NO DRAMA! This is such a good change. But I’m still on my guard.

I had recently explained to him what the Buddha taught, re. remaining calm no matter how serious the crisis, or how fucked up you feel. As it is ALWAYS the best way to deal with ANYthing in life. Things will flow more and more in your favor, as you keep this up.

Though I strongly suspect, as I’ve stated previously (and more than once) that he’s more like a bodhisattva putting me through my paces, than someone who actually needs MY guidance. Or IOW: creating a scenario in which I become the hero.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: Hollywood Tavern may be one of Chuck’s hangouts…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 16, 2021 6:44 PM

…going by the attached collage he sent me in 2014. So I searched for “hollywood tavern abington pa,” and found their FB page. So I just sent them this message:

I have a good friend of over 3 decades, who moved back to Philly from SF more than 15 years ago. We’ve kept in touch via email ever since, at least twice a month. But for almost a month now, he has not responded to my emails, which have all bounced back to me. He doesn’t answer the phone, either. Last email he sent, said he was feeling very sick. I understand that your tavern was one of his hangouts. His name is Chuck Kapinski, and he lives in Cornwells Heights. Here is a pic of him:

Those pics of him were from another of his hangouts (I presume) called “Squirrel Green.” But I can’t find it anywhere in my searches.

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Subject: Hubba-hubba, my dear Wattson!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 16, 2021 7:27 PM

Check out the leading image for this Reddit topic, then see my comment as “i-luv-ducks:”

Re: Hollywood Tavern may be one of Chuck’s hangouts…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 16, 2021 8:41 PM

> That’s some good detective work. Hope somebody at the other end responds.

Credit goes to my ethereal associate, Pterry Pterodactyl, for digging up Chuck’s old photos and pointing that one out to me. Meanwhile:

Hilarity ensues on Reddit’s Sherlock Holmes sub that I posted you about earlier. I added a third comment, and two others joined in the nonsense. Then Pterry wheezed between puffs on her Malaysian cheroot (sounding much like a resurrected Phyllis Diller drag-queen zombie impersonator from the Las Vegas Comedy Club):

“Crosspost it to r/SuddenlyGay!” Which I did, posthaste.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Hollywood Tavern may be one of Chuck’s hangouts…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 16, 2021 10:43 PM


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Subject: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 17, 2021 11:52 AM

I believe it was Martha Stuart in one of her earlier home-making TV series, who popularized the phrase “It’s a good thing” (or “That’s a good thing”). Just a factoid I though I’d share. Speaking of the devil, here’s a 3-minute MS parody:


It is a chill morning with a light drizzle, yet Deek has not brought the doggies to me, for shelter and warmth. There is always hope he will, for the day is still young. He wandered off with the little furry angels yesterday afternoon, saying they were off to a park. Which park that is, I have no idea. Just him, the two pups, and a small shopping cart minus any blanket or other item to keep his charges warm. Nor any dog food that I could see.

Just the latest chapter in a heartbreaking tale of two homeless dogs of diminutive size (and of sweet disposition), their thoughtless “owner” (who is both a meth addict and bipolar) and a caring friend with a roof over his head: a welcoming sanctuary for Flaco & Lucky. For which Deek’s jealous resentment obstructs more frequent access that would better secure these innocent, loving creatures…and give them a shot at a good life.

Only a sadist would enjoy such a scenario in reality, and I’m surely not THAT. But stepping outside of the plot with an objective view, I’d say it makes for an incredible “doggy” tale of friendship, grief, joy and redemption. The timing of so many crises clustering around me (that threaten to sabotage my attempts to protect the pooches) in a compressed, several months…smacks more of a brilliant SCRIPT than anything mundane. And how my dealing with them in such a responsible manner impacts SO MANY, is truly something you’d expect from a novel, than from any honest documentation.

The pattern and rhythm of these crises, their resolutions, and the many heartwarming scenes scattered therein (like rosary beads strung onto my life’s thread by Lachesis herself), give clue as to intervention by angelic beings, my bodhisattva guardians…and thus, to an inevitably joyful outcome. For it is only such beings that have the ethical wisdom to devise seemingly horrific plots, without being sadists themselves. Because they ALWAYS succeed in manifesting the most positive outcome possible. Or, in other words:

THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING! Using two, adorable pups as the central characters that change the lives of many, for the better. I could never have come up with such a brilliant story myself, let alone the idea for a TRILOGY! I’m simply the recording secretary. So my life is a ruse, akin to Jim Carrey in “The Truman Show.” But if you think I’m upset, then think again: I am actually very pleased (or, to speak more frankly, ecstatic). For contained within these incredible true tales (numbering 61 chapters so far, and still growing) are scattered the seeds of jubilant liberation. Not just for myself, but for many others, including Lucky & Flaco. Allow me now to end this missive on a different note:

The Sherlock Holmes Reddit thread has expanded into a most side-splitting series of posts. Mostly between myself and one other, whose handle is “esotericnumeric.” Who, amazingly enough, discovered the COMPLETE book cover illustration, which reveals a chimpanzee reading the casebook, off to the left. Image attached.

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The Final Chapter (part 7)

May 7, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17g]

Subject: I saw Deek tonight, for just a few minutes.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 1, 2021 11:44 PM

Around 10:30 PM he called across the street, so I snapped out of my late-evening relax mode and marched on downstairs and out the door. As usual, the doggies were overjoyed to see me…and, as usual, Deek frowned at that. He dropped by to have me recharge his 20-pound speaker, a smartphone and a small battery backup. Nothing about having the pups over.

Instead of the usual shopping cart, this time he had a flatbed dolly. While rummaging through his pile of today’s possessions, the pups eagerly stuck their noses in, hoping to sniff out something good. Which annoyed him, so he yelled at Lucky, “Back off!” It’s all I could do to keep myself from kicking the shit out of him, but I bit my tongue.

As I crouched down to pet Lucky, he vigorously nibbled up and down my sleeve like a barber’s electric razor, very efficient, you could almost hear the buzzing sound: his sweet way of saying “I love you so much I could eat you up!” Flaco clambered onto my lap the moment I sat down on the sidewalk. So I held her close for a couple of minutes, waiting to see if Deek had anything more to say. He remained silent, so I finally asked, “Is that all?”

He replied “Yeah.” Then I set Flaco gently back on the ground, picked up the speaker and cord, pocketed the phone and battery, wished them all a good night, and departed. Sometimes I think he’s a wicked man, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I rarely see him happy with the doggies; mostly he acts put out by their company. And to deny me the great joy of having them visit me any more, seems to bestow upon him, immensely sadistic pleasure.

Well, I have yet to hear back from Moe, which probably means I won’t hear back from him at all. I like to think that the revelation of the building manager’s insipid behavior towards me, and that video of my confrontation with Adisa and company at the front gate, threw him for a loop. We’ll see. Next time our paths cross, I’ll give him a friendly hello. That should tick him off no end.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Point Cabrillo Lighthouse, Mendocino County.

Subject: Incredible search-and-rescue story by your partner, Erwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 1, 2021 11:44 PM

I just listened to it over again, this time via podcast. I love how he drifted in and out to past memories and tied them in to his present dilemma. His favorite, new glasses which temple broke, so you wired a new piece on (but it’s not as convenient to wear, now)…mention of his son (that he’s twice the man he could ever be)…your climb up Yosemite’s Half Dome with him (I think it was Half Dome, but I don’t want to bother to find that part again)…description of the surroundings and how it was devastated by last year’s fire storm)…the slaughter of the native people in that area, during the early settler years…etc. And I learned that “Afghanistan” is properly pronounced without the G. At the end, Marshall made an apology for something he said that he later realized might have been taken as rude:

“I went by to see you and Wattson the other day, and I feel like when I was standing in your driveway, talking, I said like three or four things that I wish I could call back, because I thought they were funny, and I think they might have been taken the wrong way.”

Erwyn’s response was hilarious: “Oh, we’ve talked about nothing else, except what a shit head you are.”

Anyway, that was some story Erwyn told…captivating all the way. I really felt the Mendocino spirit through it all. Did you hear it, or were you busy tending to other chores? In case you haven’t, it begins at 27 minutes (you’ll hear the phone ring), and ends at 89 minutes:

And, for some unknown reason, he read my description comparing my spy glasses with the spy pen. Lifted from my MCN post about a video I made, showing how the pen works in the field. He chose THAT irrelevant piece, In spite of the fact I have composed SO MANY excellent tales over recent months, they would be an ASSET to his show. And I was ready to resume call-ins, all gung-ho for a second round on Memo of the Weird. Yet, to my surprise and disappointment, he suddenly dropped me like a hot yam, and never explained why. So many astounding recordings to add to my Youtube channel…all missed.

Anyway, THAT starts at 21:47 and runs just a tad over 2 minutes.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Incredible search-and-rescue story by Erwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 12:27 PM

> Wild, huh? And he’s eighty-fucking-two. I heard the whole thing while he was on the phone with Marshall. Who had taken me completely by surprise that day, knocking on the door in the afternoon. One thing I’ve seriously enjoyed about the pandemic is how it cut drop-in visitors (my pet peeve) to just about zero.

With all the hatefulness among so many here in San Franshitsco, drop-in visits and even phone calls are usually with a hostile intent. So whenever there’s that VERY rare knock on my door, or that EQUALLY rare voicemail, I always shudder in reaction.

> But there he was, after more than a year. He was wearing a mask and standing way back; I told him we’re outside, and vaxxed, so no need for the mask. When he took it off, I saw that his beard has twice as much gray in it than the last time I saw him. Erwyn told him about being lost in the woods for a night, and Marshall told him to call it in if he wanted to.

You see, I call your partner “Erwyn” for my tales. I like it, because it’s almost identical to “Arwyn,” my own hero. His telling of that recent camp-out and exploration in the wild, by invite of Mr. Sneiderman and son was extraordinary. I felt personally involved, it was that absorbing.

> I honestly can’t remember what it was he said that he might have thought was taken the wrong way. He’s mysterious. I wish he was still having you on his show; I was very sorry and disappointed about how all of that turned out. People all around me behave strangely. I hope I don’t.

I hope you don’t either, but if you ever do, I’ll probably drown my angst in a second cup of coffee. BTW, there is another missive to you coming up, regarding this morning’s visit with Deek…MOST horrific, and has really put my living here in danger (the bastard). You’ll receive it shortly.

> Yep, it was Half Dome we climbed ( a while back now.) Scary as hell. You see it in the distance, and the people climbing it look like a line of ants. You get there to the base, after hiking uphill for hours and hours to get there, and discover that it’s monstrous, and way steeper than you expected. There are rickety metal poles set in the rock, probably back in the WPA era, chains slung between the poles for grabbing onto, and on the surface of the rock, affixed with bolts, horizontal wooden planks about six feet apart, a sort of flat ladder, for footing. You pull yourself up on those chains, going from one plank to the next. Gloves are a necessity. We had not brought our own. At the base of the rock is a big pile of assorted gloves; I think I wound up with an oven mitt and a gardening glove. It was one hairy climb, let me tell you. And only as fast as the slowest climbers. Coming down even scarier.

DON’T DO IT AGAIN…hope you’ve learned your lesson! I’ve never been one for risky adventures, as life is already risky enough just putzing around. One reason why I’m not into aggressive sports, though the inherent machismo is the main cause. Though I LOVE hiking through verdant fields, valleys and the overwhelming rush of seeing the night sky just THICK with stars no matter where you turn your head. I love camping out, “roughing it” and all that; but I haven’t done so in over 15 years. And in the last few years of it, I’d always wake up with a stuffy head and clogged nose. I guess because living so citified most of my life (after leaving my suburban childhood forever) my system finally lost its adaptation to the rural pollen. Though I DON’T suffer any allergies here in San Franshitsco. Hopefully, that will not change…otherwise perhaps I may eventually die from sneezing my way into the grave. And if I get buried out in the wilderness, I just may become “The Sneezing Ghost of Such-and-Such Valley.”

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek just dropped by…he was horrible.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 12:51 PM

And, dammit, good physician, I had the spy glasses on, but forgot to activate them, except towards the end of this fiasco. Anyway, he called up to the window, asked for more dog food, and a pair of sunglasses. Sunglasses? I can’t do that more than just this one time around…or it would become too much of an expense. So I opened a new 30-pound bag of kibble and filled two 1-gallon Ziploc freezer bags from that…put the bags in another bag, to which I also added five cans of wet food. While in the process of gathering everything together, he hollered up again: “Hey! Hey!” I ignored him, because I was already locking the door and had the full load with me, including that weighty, Bluetooth speaker.

Upon opening the gate, he was right there, so I told him why so restless, you know it takes me a few minutes to bag the dog food, I’m not gonna jump at your every command. At that same time, the pups had walked partly inside, eager to run up to my hovel. Upon which he yelled at them and YANKED them back out. I chastised:

“Don’t do that, Deek, that’s abusive.”

Well, he made all kinds of excuses in staccato, wouldn’t shut up, so I spoke over him, that I’m sick and tired of him always acting like a bitch when he comes by. That he should be a lot happier, with these wonderful dogs, and all the help I’m giving them.

Then he rattled on about how the dogs got sick last time they were over, the building is full of disease, blah-blah-blah. He started pushing his cart towards Castro street, said he’s gotta go somewhere, yes, I love you, thanks for everything you do, I couldn’t do it without you. But he spoke those words in boisterous sarcasm, so I further reprimanded as he lumbered down Market Street with doggies in tow:

[INTERRUPTION: just at the end of my composing the previous paragraph, I heard someone screaming in rage. Turned out to be Deek returning in my direction, who then parked himself right below Moe’s windows and continued his angry rant, so loud the whole block could hear. More on that in a minute.]

So I further reprimanded him, that the dogs are very sweet, they’re a gift from God, and should always be treated with kindness, not short-tempered bullshit…that he needs to grow up, count his blessings, and be a lot more cheerful…that he has so much going for him, yet is missing out on most of it…that he’s making up excuses to not have the pups visit me any more…that he needs an attitude adjustment, his hostility towards me is disgusting. Now, about his unexpected (and unwelcome) return:

Seems he had lost his phone only minutes after departing, and grew into a rage over it, hollered up at me “Do you have my phone?” to which I just looked down, shrugged my shoulders with hands palms-up. He then resumed wailing while parked at the corner by my building, rummaging through his pile of junk on the dolly cart. Then that homeless lady who screams FREQUENTLY showed up to watch Flaco & Lucky, while Deek retraced his steps to see if he could find that phone. And SHE started screeching at someone halfway down the block, who screamed back at her. Her name is Shorty, and you’ll see who she is on the video.

I’m infuriated that I didn’t get most of this recorded, bud DID capture about 4.5 minutes of the final part of this pointless drama that I call “Deek’s Latest Hissy Fit.” The timing of his creating further disturbance near Moe’s residence was INTENTIONAL, and I accused him of just that. He kept making excuses for his rotten behavior, which included stating he doesn’t care about what Moe thinks. I told him he probably got me in big trouble, and he’s STILL yelling, and needs to quiet down and get outta here.

He also said if I politely asked him to NOT yell or yank at the dogs, he would’ve complied. I told him, nonsense, you need to hear that without being coddled (well, something to that effect…you’ll see all this in the video). He never listens to me unLESS I yell, or at least, speak REAL firm-like. Deek blamed me for his flash of rage, because of my bold admonishments; I told him he’s an adult, but acting like a brat. “You triggered me!” he blasted back. And I countered: “Nope, you just trigger yourself. You need to stop being a hothead, no reason to be such a drama queen…besides, you found your phone, right?

He did…don’t know where he found it, but probably stashed within that pile of crap, maybe the bag of dog food I gave him. Which at this point, he seemed to have broken open one of the Ziplocs, because some kibble had spilled onto the sidewalk. He said that Shorty often steals his phones, and he was ready to beat her up.

He finally toned it down, as he gathered up all his “possessions” from the sidewalk, and in a minute or so, departed with doggies in tow…who remained cool as furry cucumbers all the while!

Upon returning hovel, I discovered my laptop was not connecting to the spy glasses after plugging them in! Just more frustration to the mix. I rebooted, and that took care of it. But I don’t know why the glasses recorded only 4.5 minutes, when there were at least 5 more minutes of good witness. Including an elderly woman (who appeared to be 80-82) sitting at a table outside the Super-Duper burger shop, said to me as I passed by: “You handled that very well!”

So I stopped to chat, telling her we’ve been friends for many years, but he IS difficult sometimes. That the pups should be better treated…in fact, they shouldn’t even be forced to live on the streets, and I have the perfect residence to house them. When I told her I’m writing true stories about all this and they’re online, she queried:

“Oh, what should I google to find them?”

So I said, “Brindlekin,” then paused a moment and added: “Wait just a minute, I’ll come right back down with my card.”

So I rushed on hovel, snatched up a card, and returned outside to present it to her. Upon departing, I told her “Thank you, Lisa, you just made my day!” (I had asked her name earlier, and introduced myself.)

So I presume that, since Deek has decided to fuck me over, I’ll get yet another email from Moe…or, more likely, he’ll complain directly to Kevin. Who will then mail me a letter of complaint, with a copy sent off to Ablahblah Realty. It is of course my assumption, that whatever whiny email he posts to me, is also bcc’d to the manager. What the hell is going on?

IT’S ALL SCRIPTED, AND THEY’RE IN ON THIS TOGETHER: Deek, the manager, and Moe (with Shorty as a featured extra in this scene). And probably having a good laugh over it, too. I’m waiting for this latest video to finish uploading, before posting this missive. It’s a 55-minute transfer, with a bit over 10 to go.

[13-minute pause, please be patient.]

Ah, here we go (check out the thumbnail):

Re: I saw Deek tonight, for just a few minutes.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 2:02 PM

> He’s showing you what a “big man” he is. NOT.

All my criticism the past several weeks is getting to him. He’s either gonna grow up fast, or explode in self destruction.

> It’s just plain fucking cruel.

Yes, but so are some of the residents in my building, along with the fuckin’ MANAGER. I’m between a rock and a hard place. But get this, Wattson:

I’ll come out the winner WITH the dogs, and without Deek if need be. Doesn’t he realize he’s putting himself in the absolute position of total obeisance towards me? He’s setting his own trap on HIMSELF. As are Moe, Kevin, and Myrtle and son. Let us not ALSO forget Ablahblah Realty. Oh what fools these mortals be!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Incredible search-and-rescue story by Erwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 2:20 PM

> Not a chance.

I find people who brag about their climbing (or skydiving or football or bungee jumping or running of the bulls or whatever “athletic” nonsense they’re into) intolerably boring.

> You got that right!

Life is full of adventures without the high risk, anyway…so what’s the point? So many new things to discover, participate in…even if you’re all by your lone some. As I am, for the most part.

> Have lost the urge; feel pressed for time all the time now.

You have so much rural beauty right where you live, so that’s a plus.

> Good old Such-and-Such Valley.

Yes, it’s never too far away, and you can always hang there at such-and-such a time! Indeed, I love to go there whenever I’m in such-and-such a mood. But that’s only when I don’t have such-and-such to do on my computer.

– Zeke K-Holmes (such-and-such private sleuth at your service)

Subject: You MIGHT have responded to the wrong missive.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 2:39 PM

The one I sent just a short while ago is entitled “Deek just dropped by…he was horrible.” It includes a video of Deek’s outburst earlier today. Instead, you replied to a post I sent the day before, entitled: “I saw Deek tonight, for just a few minutes.” Though maybe you’re getting to it right now, and I’m just too restless, after his vile behavior. I can send it again if you’d like…or just be patient. It IS one of my more important pieces.

– Zeke

Re: You MIGHT have responded to the wrong missive.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 3:46 PM

> No, I read the latest! “He was horrible.” Truly appalling. Just haven’t had a chance to respond yet. And will definitely watch the short video included.

Thank you! I just wanted to be sure you didn’t miss it, what with your busy schedule. As it’s one of those emails where your input and reflections would be of high value for me, in deciding how to best deal with the idiot on the streets, and the idiot on my floor. Also, something REALLY NICE also occurred in the mix…an angel appeared out of nowhere, so to speak, and spoke the kindest words! You’ll know EXACTLY who I mean, once you read that piece. And damn it, I thought the spy glasses caught it all, but once I returned hovel, nope. It stopped recording after 4.5 minutes, even though there was plenty of space on the SD card, and I have it set to record in 30-minute chunks. Though even as short as 5 minutes would’ve worked, too, as it creates a NEW file to continue (and another new one, and so on) until I shut if off myself, or it runs out of room or the battery dies. Would’ve made OUTSTANDING vérité! Once again, I trust that my Reptilian Allies have their own recording of the scene. One would think so because, after all, THEY WROTE THE SCRIPT.

What a furshlugginer time to be alive, Wattson. Get those lizards outta my bed! And head! The scales have NOT fallen from my eyes, but grown an extra pair! Are we having fun yet?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Zach just dropped by…he was horrible.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 7:11 PM

> He’s feeling guilty about something, and so takes the offensive. Literally and figuratively.

Oh, Deek has TONS of things to feel guilty about including, possibly, plans to make Flaco pregnant. Or maybe someone’s offered him big bucks for the dogs…which’ll be spent in two days. Well, no point conjecturing, it could be anything in his long litany of sins. But I’m confident that any and all of his devious schemes will backfire. Per my Bodhisattva Premise:

“You have the greatest obligation to relax in faith, and not let worry poison the day…realizing that all sincere prayers WILL be answered in their own time, not yours.”

> Fucking ASSHOLE.

To put it mildly.

> Nightmare.

But notice how Shorty’s very kind to the pups, and helping clean up after Deek. Last year when I was visiting Deek down the block around 10 PM, he was with several other vagrants, who had spread tarps and blankets to sit on, with Lucky & Flaco cozily resting on one end. But they were leashed to the shopping cart, which was by the curb, thus obstruction any passersby, who’d have to skirt around by walking on the street. I saw a small blanket atop the cart, so plopped it down by the curb, in order to have the doggies sleep over there, that there be a clear space on the sidewalk. When I went to summon the pooches over, Shorty picked up that blanket, and I at first thought she was gonna walk off with it.

So I said hey, that’s for the dogs, but she ignored me. The next thing I knew, she had set up a very clean and tidy, cushy area for them…much nicer than my simple toss of the blanket. I was most impressed, and said thank-you.

> God, that’s so great. I love it when that happens!!!

She was my angel of the moment, a sweet little old lady who watched it all unfold! And so thoughtful to actually ask me where she can read my tales! That really clinched it for me, as I said in an earlier email: bodhisattvas always plant clues into any crisis, if you are astute enough (or ready) to notice them…which may include a sweet word or two. I think of Lisa now, and thank her once again. Well, that was hours ago, and she may already be reading my Brindlekin Tales! BTW, when I pointed out that sentence: “True stories from the Castro…eat your heart out, Armistead!” she cracked up because SHE GOT IT. She knows who Armistead is, and his book “Tales of the City.” I couldn’t ask for a more perfect little oasis of illumination, amid this bleak nightmare!

> Strutting around with his shirt off (nice day in SF!)

Yes, a lovely day…which Deek set out to ruin for me, like the shitty twat drama queen he is. He’s 43 years old now, and still living out his teenage hustler fantasy of being the tough guy on the block. He looks ridiculous, flashing a bit of his butt crack like some adolescent punk. Where does he think he is: the Tenderloin? I think I’ll ask him that tomorrow, when he’s due to pick up his weekly allowance. Highly unlikely he’ll miss THAT!

> flinging abusive crap in every direction. My wish is that he will leave the doggies with you and disappear.

Other folks in the ‘hood are pretty much disgusted with him, so THAT may come to pass. My heart goes out to Flaco & Lucky. Yet I always keep in mind that, on Day 1 of my Brindlekin Adventures, she looked at me with kind joy from that little hole she dug, as if to say, “Don’t worry, Zeke, everything will turn out just fine!” Hmm…

…maybe Moe will have a word or two with him, and scare Deek shitless, and away for good. After, of course, handing the dogs over. Which he’ll then bring to me. Well, that’s just speculation, but, since this is obviously a script written by bodhisattvas, I consider that a possible outcome. Moe may be one, too. This morning’s scenario was all too tightly woven to be OTHER than a written composition. I suspect Arwyn to be the playwright.

Of course, if such be the case, Deek is also one of the actors and just playing his role to make me come out of all this as the hero of the show. All glory to the hypnotoad!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are snoozin’ away on my bed!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 3, 2021 9:19 PM

Deek showed up an hour ago to pick up his allowance. His demeanor was excellent, and he was clean and well dressed. There seemed to be a new calm about him; quite a contrast from yesterday. In fact, I’ve never seen him so collected before, in all the years I’ve known him! I crouched down to greet the pooches who were delighted to see me…no surprise there. As I was petting them, Deek chimed in:

“I guess they can stay with you for awhile.”

I replied: “Really? I’d love that, thanks.”

He said he might be back in a couple of hours, or he might show up tomorrow morning, instead. The usual routine. So he handed me the leashes, his smartphone and the 20-pound speaker, and off we bounded to my sanctuary. The dogs tugged like wild as we climbed the stairs, so a third of the way up, I let them go…tumbling and yipping with such joy you can’t imagine! Instead of dashing up and down the hallway, they eagerly parked themselves by my door. Soon as I opened it, they both hopped on the bedding and began fluffing it up and tucking themselves underneath. Ah, comfort! Of course, I gave them some ducky treats right off the bat. Then off to doggy slumberland they went (2 minutes):

I think my newer spy glasses are faulty, as it seems like recording mode frequently turns off after a few seconds. How frustrating! But that explains why I didn’t get more than 4.5 minutes yesterday, so missed that precious scene with the little old lady, Lisa. And also, missed today’s meetup with Deek. Had I not superglued the lenses, I could’ve pulled one out, and used it on the first pair of glasses, which work perfectly. Ironic or what? So I guess I’ll just have to resign myself to wearing the one with the missing lens, if I hope to continue to get more of those excellent videos!

Today, I completed the process of turning all my Brindlekin chapters into narrated versions. The sense of accomplishment is awesome…it felt so important to me, to get the audio out there, even if the voice is just digital. The procedure was tedious, but necessary. For example:

Back and forth exchanges in a single email (which was most of them) required me to break each section into a “you said/I said” pattern. Like so:

Wattson wrote:

Blah blah blah blah blah blah.

So I replied:

More blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Wattson wrote:

Yet more blah blah blah blah blah blah.

So I replied:

Yet even more blah blah blah blah blah blah.

And so on, as many times as required. There were other adjustments I made to the text, such as excluding most links, and rewriting foreign words and phrases into phonetic English, so the digital voice won’t mess up the pronunciation. For example: instead of “vérité,” I spelled it “ver-ih-tay.”

I also added a period to lines that did not end in any punctuation, such as a book title or my name at the end. Otherwise, the digital convertor would run right into the next line, as if it were all one sentence. IOW: the period can be used to slow it down a bit, as does the comma.

But I didn’t obsess over getting all words pronounced perfectly, as I’d go nuts trying to accomplish that! I’d say the narration came out pretty good…more than sufficient for those who are vision impaired, to enjoy my tales. And anyone else who chooses the audio route. Here’s how it sounds (using my latest chapter, as an example); just listen to a half minute or so, to see how well it came out).

It just occurred to me there are programs out there that can break up anyone’s voice from an audio recording, into syllables, and pretty much turn them into a digital reader. It would be relatively easy to do that with Marshall’s voice, as I can use one of his podcasts! That would be HILARIOUS if I could duplicate his voice to narrate my stories!

Well, I’m gonna relax this evening, with Lucky & Flaco’s beatific company!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek just came by to pick up the doggies.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 10:37 AM

I fed them extra early, just in case he really DID show up around 8 AM, like he said yesterday evening. Normally I feed them breakfast around 10:30, after letting them snooze extra long, and taking them for a walk. To my surprise, he DID come by the gate around 8:30. This is a 40-second video of that scene, which I call “There’s Always Something.” With the following description:

Deek dropped by this morning, to pick up the pups who stayed with me overnight. Glad to see the “no drama” Deek before I have my first cup of java for the day. However, he could NOT just leave it alone, with a final, rude comment upon departing. It was in response to my statement that they ate well this morning. You probably can’t make out what he said on the video, but these are his words (approximately; I couldn’t make them out either, during replay): “Ate well? They look skinny. When they’re with me, they’re fat.” Which is not only untrue, but it defies logic, since even if I didn’t feed them anything at all, they wouldn’t look skinny within a day’s time. But what IS true is that, in Deek’s world, there’s ALWAYS something to gripe about, no matter how perfect the day.

This is all his desire to feel he’s in command of the ship, when it comes to the Brindlekin. So there will always be SOMEthing I do wrong, regarding their care. Nonetheless, he trusts me implicitly with them; thus it is vital that I not strip away his sense of control. So it’s a fine balance between criticism that he MUST hear, and not driving him away…for the sake of the mutts. I can handle it.

Though last night he put me in a slight rage, which I kept to myself. When he showed up to drop off the pups (around 8 PM), he was with someone else I’ve never seen before: a heavy-set black dude (wearing a mask, unlike him). Upon returning his freshly charged devices and his handing me the leashes, he called out as I walked off:

“Remember, they’re just staying with you overnight, enjoy their company, don’t try to steal them again!”

I chose to ignore this, and entered the gate without looking back. That was a setup, saying such a stupid thing in front of a stranger. His treating me like I’m an idiot, giving his guest a bad impression of me, and that Deek is king of the roost around these parts, with me among his many dimwitted minions whom he must keep in line. He’s done this before, and more than once. And right below Moe’s apartment, to boot. He knows what he’s doing, orchestrating things that way…as for one thing, I’m less likely to confront him immediately, what with the dogs and a stranger present, and my quasi-fascist neighbor within earshot.

And if I bring it up to him later on, he’ll either deny ever saying it, or accuse me of hanging onto the past! Talk about infuriating. He’s quite the manipulator, but I’ve warned him time and time again, it’s going to backfire some day, if he keeps it up…and he just may lose the dogs as a result. Plenty of his street friends have seen me with him and the canines, including trusting me with them from time to time. So they are far less likely now, to believe at least SOME of his lies about me. By thrusting me into his own homeless world against my will (because it’s really none of their business), he thinks it plays into his favor, control-wise. But it does not, since now they see how WELL I treat the pooches, and how difficult it can be at times, dealing with him. In sum:

His putting those sweet, furry angels in the middle of pointless drama is horrific. He knows I won’t reprimand him with the force necessary, in their presence. Compelling me to wait the next time he shows up, to address his latest mind-fuck (assuming none of his street friends is present, which sometimes they are, thus thwarting me). But then he’ll make all sorts of bratty excuses, and accuse me of lying. Or it’ll be such a quick visit, I won’t have a chance to reprimand him. None of his “friends” would ever dream of opposing him, seeing as he’s their cheap and instant source of crystal gratification. In fact, they’ll say whatever they think pleases him…which includes turning against me, if they deem that necessary to remain in his good graces. Anyway, good doctor:

Flaco favored sleeping in a box last night. The previous box I had discarded, in preparation for bedbug treatment. Shortly after they arrived hovel last night, I thought: maybe if I check the back porch, there’ll be a spare box to use. So I stepped out and noticed a small stack of U-Haul cardboard flats on their side, still resting on the wall beside dead-Todd’s room. They’ve been there since he passed on, in order to pack up his belongings, though greatly diminished in quantity at this point. Interesting how Todd’s ultimate demise has been a boon for yours truly in a number of ways.

For one, the shared restroom is now almost always vacant for my use, instead of over half the time when I needed to poop, it was occupied. Todd was a chronic lingerer, when it came to potty time. I’d often lightly rap on the door to see if someone’s in there, and it was usually Todd, who’d always say, “Out in a moment.” But he never was, sometimes remaining on the throne for 15 minutes more, or longer. But I assure you, Wattson, his constipated nature extended way beyond his bowels for all the years he’s been here.

Another plus that came with his passing, is a mountain of excellent books and DVD movies dumped on the back porch for anyone to retrieve and enjoy! Not to mention he can no longer GOSSIP wicked things against me, to other residents. So, a new box for Flaco is only the latest benefit resulting from his most welcome “excommunication.” Hooray! But Demeter only knows who my NEXT neighbor will be. I wouldn’t put it past the manager to select someone who’d be yet another irritation in my life.

Nothing more from Moe; he’s opted to remain silent after my patient rebuttal. Who knows WHAT he’s scheming up at this point? His mother has been very ill now, for at least several months…perhaps she has died by this time. I like to think that my revelation of Kevin’s nasty attacks (and false accusations), along with my conflict with Myrtle and Adisa–and my consequent contacts with Ablahblah Realty over this–have inspired him to back off!

And not a word from my Philly friend, Chuck, since he emailed me that he thinks he caught the virus. That can’t be good, because if he was still hangin’ in there, he’d’ve communicated again, with me by now.

Well, it’s another lovely day, I am refreshed by Flaco & Lucky’s uplifting visit, and in command of everything, no matter WHAT crap is next hurled my way! Oh, the second pair of spy glasses is definitely not functioning right. I put them on record mode last night and this morning, yet nothing was saved to the SD card. So I thought maybe popping the card out and pushing it back in might do the trick. But the tiny chip sprung all the way out of the temple and onto the floor, so I had to jiggle it back into the slot. Unfortunately, instead it fell into a small opening right beside the slot, and is so deeply embedded that even a tweezers won’t help. Which is why I shot this morning’s video with the original, “cyclops” glasses. I was so elated to receive the second pair, but now this!

– Zeke K-Holmes

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 7:18 PM

> Jesus fucking Christ.

Maybe they’re annoyed by my severe criticism of their crappy service, that I posted as a chapter in my Brindlekin Tales, titled “Chronic DOT net.” Or just my complaints posted on their customer forum. I’ve recently been watching movies on popular free sites that are totally legit: Popcorn, Crackle and Tubi. Possibly, it’s coming from there. But if so, the complaint would be wrong. Crackle sucks BTW, as they get you stuck in one commercial after another, instead of the actual movie. I’ve also been watching films from the Internet Archives, which are all public domain. Well, let’s see what they have to say. AFAIC, I’m ready to end my subscription with them…this is pathetic.

I’ll lose my phone line with that, but I can always get back on AT&T’s cheap landline service. I can resume using public wifi now, anyway. And maybe subscribe to’s dialup, like I used to do. Or just piggyback off the coffeehouse across the street, though their wifi is erratic from this distance. Maybe I’ll sign up again with the Mechanics Library.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I just looked into canceling my service with them. $149 cancellation fee. Both Comcast and AT&T have a MUCH better deal for the low income, with higher transfer rates, both down AND up. The “up” is important for me, because of the videos. It’s five times faster than what chronic offers. BTW, complaints have been building up against them, it’s not just me. So much for their “home grown, loyal community” facade. For $10/month as a low income senior on Medicaid, Comcast would give me UNLIMITED data transfer.

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 7:41 PM

> They still don’t tell you what “copyrighted” item they think you’re using.

I’m guessing it’s the SAME nebulous complaint just reposted to them. I replied, asking them “What the heck is going on this time? Who and what is this complaint coming from?”

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: This is not my day (or week)!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 5, 2021 7:32 PM

Between my quasi-fascist neighbor, Deek’s continued insults and poor treatment of the pups,’s sloppy accusations, and my spy glasses failing…yet one more slap in the face just occurred to me, only an hour ago:

As I walked home from a little grocery shopping, I passed by Walgreen’s tiny pharmacy outlet a half block from me on Market Street. And a sign on it said: free COVID-19 vaccine for walk-ins. But that wasn’t quite enough of a slap in the face, for as I strolled just 15 feet further, some friendly lady in a Walgreen’s smock stepped up and asked would I like to get my free vaccine today. So I just told her no, thanks, I got my first shot a few days ago, so I have to wait on the second. But thank you for being out here to let people know.”

Now as for Chronic, here is what MAY be going on, as your IP address CAN be stolen, and used in your name. The article is brief, and clearly explained:

There is that certain Nazi character on the discussion list, who seems to easily obtain new gmail addresses under other names. Which is HARD to do, as you’re required to give them your smartphone number. Now, only a good hacker could manage that UNLESS he’s paying a service (say, from the Dark Net) to do that for him. And, he has been harassing me in a MAJOR way for months now, and I sure have got him triggered. So, he’s suspect numero uno.

At any rate, I’ve been thinking about cancelling my subscription with Chronic anyway, because it’s a big chunk of moolah, and their service isn’t very good. The webmail they provide is old software and full of bugs. And they claim that Google isn’t spying through that webmail, even though when I ran its spellcheck about three months ago, a window popped up to tell me that Google collects all your spellcheck usage. I think I told you about that. Their excuse was that it doesn’t (even though that program by DEFAULT, interfaces with Google), but the subroutine to warn you about this was not removed…and they’ll correct that shortly. More like: I caught them with their hands in the cookie jar! Respecting customer privacy, my ass! They brag about how un-Google they are; what a joke.

This warning only appeared once so far, in the many times I’ve used their spellcheck…and, since most netizens don’t use webmail, it’s highly unlikely anyone would catch this faux pas. But I did, since I PREFER webmail, and use it all day long.

This is but one of several examples that have turned me sour on them. Like when you need a technician to come out, they usually schedule that two or three weeks in the future! Just like the big ISPs do. Now you tell me how their “community” oriented service is much more prompt with troubleshooting than the monopolies, if they usually make customers wait so long. Which is precisely WHY I chose them for my ISP. They made an exception in my case, because I threw a big hissy fit on their forum…which you already know.

I hesitate to pay for any other ISP, even if the deals are really good (for the low income thanks to gov’t mandate), via Comcast and AT&T, because they have a lousy track record, too, when it comes to customer privacy and service. I’ll probably be better off using public wifi, like I’d been doing for years, before signing up with Chronic.

For that same reason (lousy customer service) I also am wary about signing up for an “Obama phone,” because I’ve reviews on the companies that provide free or very cheap cell service for that program. Things like overcharges, hidden fees and lousy voicemail. Most of them limit to so many talk minutes a months, after which they’ll charge more. And some customer have complained on these consumers forums, that they’ve been overcharged for going over their minutes, though they have NOT. Or when you check to see how many minutes you have left for the month, it’ll show a lot less than you should have! I really don’t want to get caught up in this cell phone/Internet mess.

So that’s my day; I’ve had better. But I feel most morose over Flaco & Lucky’s ongoing, and unfortunate, situation. Deek is building up in his head more and more fake reasons to keep the dogs away from me. Well, you know the old saying: “No good deed goes unpunished.”

But I’ll stand firm, weather the storm out, knowing that this, too, shall pass.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: This is not my day (or week)!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 8:11 PM

PLEASE NOTE I’M NOW USING MY GAY-BIBLE EMAIL. May as well delete my sonic address.

> When the time comes for the second shot, might you be able to go to this nearby place for it? Did you get Pfizer, or Moderna?

Walgreen’s does Pfizer, I got Moderna.

> I read about some guy who accidentally got one Pfizer and one Moderna. Wonder how that turned out!

He’d have to do it all over again, the RIGHT way.

> But how fucking infuriating, that this place was right there in your neighborhood and nobody told you about it!

I think they might have opened just today, spontaneously. Walgreens sucks on every level…this is typical. They got my personal data and I got NOTHING. And there is NO WAY to cancel your subscription with them!

> It occurred to me that it might be him, then I thought: nah, he’s not smart enough. But he’s a vindictive sonofabitch.

No, he’s not smart enough to be a hacker himself, but you can PAY for services to do that for you. There are some that get you a new gmail address whenever you want. And there are others that hack someone else’s info for you, for a fee of course. And let you fake someone else’s IP number. So you don’t have to be smart at all, just have some money. So he’s smart enough to get different gmails, so he’s also smart enough to pay for OTHER hacker services, too.

But I tick a lot of people off…just for saying I’m gay, let alone being activist about it. And I’m really out there in cyberspace.

> It IS a mess, and getting worse by the minute as everyone clamors for service. Could we have dreamt any of this when we were 1950s children?

No, I’m not insane…and you HAVE to be insane to dream up such a capitalist nightmare. Everything’s a convoluted ball of wires, impossible to untangle. Kafkaesque.

> I had a Deek-like person in my life years ago. Like you, I practically turned myself inside out trying to help him; what I got in return was disgusting insults and vicious lies. He’s dead now, and I’m glad.

At least two sweet little doggies’ lives weren’t on the line over him. That makes it a hundred times worse. I drove Deek out of my life for almost a year…but it was meeting Lucky that turned me around.

> It will.

Yes, of course. The bullshit should subside within a week or two. I saw Deek this evening, he’s being more reasonable. He’s making progress, but boy do I have to be strict sometimes, to get him to move ahead. Things WILL work out in my favor.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I’m actually looking forward to going back to regular use of public wi-fi. I’m sorry I ever bit the ISP bullet! All these services stink. And I’m gonna keep my IP number hidden for now on. People can easily STALK you once they know that number…and it’s very easy to find out what it is, no hacking needed. That is a BIG flaw with Internet providers, who really SHOULD not do that.

Subject: More crap I forgot to mention…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 8:23 PM

…just to add extra fecal frosting on the cake:

Yesterday, I contacted a local Verizon shop to find out about their $25/month cell service for people over 55 (no hidden fees or taxes, unlimited calls and texting, 5GB/mo. data, paid monthly). The woman who picked up the phone was OBVIOUSLY Chinese, and I could barely understand a word she spoke. Had no idea what I’m talking about, and the 55+ plan is $80/month for one person! If only I had saved the Verizon mailer, which was what made me aware of it in the first place. Or downloaded the Verizon page that featured it, but is no longer there.

So I told her Verizon has been offering this deal for months now, it’s plastered all over the media. I tried to find it on the web while speaking to her, but I didn’t come across ANYTHING! She suggested maybe I drop by her store in person. And with that, I hung up.

Changing my email from Chronic’s to Google’s on GoFundMe and Idrive (my backup service) appears impossible, so I contacted the support team for both companies in order to correct that…still waiting on their response. GFM is NOT user-friendly, making some basic changes or updates like pulling teeth. And when you go to their help pages, the instructions are incorrect, probably because out of date. And you have to go through several hoops before you can even GET to their contact page. Plus, if you DON’T go that route, sending them an email directly to “” will be rejected! But since no more money has been coming in for several months now, I’m thinking about shutting it down. I’ve been keeping a separate bank account open for this, which costs me $5 a month. No big deal, as far as THAT goes.

I’ll be using my gay-bible email again, for the MCN lists, as no one can mimic my name, as they could on Protonmail or even Gmail. Which latter is strange, because you need a specific cell number for each new user. Unfortunately, a certain someone is paying an underground service to allow him to do just that.

Remember how I backed up my extra writing of additional tales not in my trilogy, by forwarding the email (from Chronic’s service) in chunks to my gay-bible webmail? Well, I decided that, since I’ll soon no longer be a Chronic customer, I should do a second backup to Gmail. It was a tedious process and, unfortunately, they all bounced back, with Google claiming such a high volume of large messages, they have rejected them and blocked my IP number! Obviously, they didn’t bother to notice that I’m ueing the same IP to log in and use Gmail, as I am to transfer messages! But since that IP number is one of many from my VPN, it’s trivial, as I can easily switch to another server elsewhere in the world. But they did NOT block that IP number from my continuing to use Gmail in every other way. That, my dear Wattson, is a flaw! Because they SHOULD have realized that the same Gmail user is the one transferring a bunch of data from another webmail service!

So I finally resorted to downloading them all, to my hard drive…yet another painstaking chore; but glad I finally got around to it. For now, those older emails are also backed up to my external hard drive, as well as the cloud.

As for Chronic’s security: each of their modem/routers (or “gateways”) comes with two, built-in passwords (one for the system, and one for wifi) that CAN be discovered by a hacker, simply by downloading a list of these security keys for whatever model gateway (or stand-alone modem or router) they’re looking at. Chronic uses a company called “Pace,” whose modems and routers are cheaply built, with poor security features. And my building is very transient, with some AirBnB rentals thrown in the mix. So I have NO idea who most of my neighbors are. Which makes for an excellent reason to keep my VPN active at all times, just like I do for public wifi.

Plus, Chronic’s DSL maintenance and service is fragmented (which I learned the hard way), because DSL is now considered outmoded. Thus, they focus most of their attention on their fiber optic lines (or IOW, their high paying customers). Every time it rains more than a drizzle, my transfer rate slows down to a crawl.

If I go the AT&T route, I’ll still be getting DSL (not good), but with Comcast it’ll be cable (much better). Though as I’ve said before, I hesitate from putting my eggs in any ISP basket, after what Chronic has put me through. But I just may resume using an old-school landline provided by AT&T, if I can’t find the right cell service. Funny how our technology (thanks to corporate intrusion) has turned the simple, inexpensive process of getting a phone into a convoluted, costly mess!

I’m thinkin’ of asking Chronic support: “So, are you going to tell me when the Feds will come banging at my door, because I really want to look my best, and introduce them to these two lovely pups staying with me?”

May as well have fun with this!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Deek just came by to pick up the doggies.
From: My Dear Wattson
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: May 4, 2021 10:14 PM

> And not a word from my Philly friend, Chuck, since he emailed me that he thinks he caught the virus. That can’t be good, because if he was still hangin’ in there, he’d’ve communicated again, with me by now.


> Well, it’s another lovely day, I am refreshed by Flaco & Lucky’s uplifting visit, and in command of everything, no matter WHAT crap is next hurled my way! Oh, the second pair of spy glasses is definitely not functioning right. I put them on record mode last night and this morning, yet nothing was saved to the SD card. So I thought maybe popping the card out and pushing it back in might do the trick. But the tiny chip sprung all the way out of the temple and onto the floor, so I had to jiggle it back into the slot. Unfortunately, instead it fell into a small opening right beside the slot, and is so deeply embedded that even a tweezers won’t help. Which is why I shot this morning’s video with the original, “cyclops” glasses. I was so elated to receive the second pair, but now this!

You’ll prevail!!

Re: Deek just came by to pick up the doggies.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 10:38 PM

> Uh-oh.

You can say that again.

> You’ll prevail!!

Of course I will. But now is screwing with me again. Looks like I’m gonna lose my Internet access. Thank god coffeehouses with their free wifi are opening up again!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Pups are snoozin’ away on my bed!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 5, 2021 2:03 PM

> So now it’s morning. Did he come back?? So cute to watch them luxuriate.

Yes, he came back…I just sent you the email about this.

> Oh, crap. Is there some way to cut a piece of clear plastic to fit the empty frame? You don’t wanna be attracting attention to those glasses.

Not really.

> HUGE amount of work. I really admire your energy.

Thank you. I was driven to get through it.

> When my old pal Roger Ebert (I knew him before he was famous!) lost his ability to speak when he had horrible disfiguring cancer surgery, he got a program for his computer that would speak as he typed. The designers of the program went and captured thousands of words from the zillions of recordings of Roger speaking (his TV show, etc.), rigged it so that his program spoke in his own voice, using words he’d uttered in the past.

That must’ve been very costly. There is nothing on the market yet, for such software, I have learned last night. There is a service called “Lyrebird,” but it’s not ready for the public, you can’t do much with it at this point.

– Zeke K-Holmes

The Final Chapter (part 5)

April 26, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17e]

Subject: Building Manager Reconciles?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 21, 2021 6:28 PM

Last night I had set my dish basin piled with dishes, cups and utensils, on a surface near one of the windows. And when I picked it up to take it over to the sink, one of the small bowls had suddenly slid off and flew out the window, crashing to the sidewalk with a grand smash. This startled a couple of people lingering nearby, of course. So I poked my head out the window, said, “Sorry, it was an accident, I’ll come right down to clean it up!”

As I stepped out with broom and dustpan in hand, one of the Hohokum smoke shop workers came out and told me I was lucky it didn’t land on anyone. Well, it was a thin, light bowl that would’ve done no harm, except to startle a person, so that was NOT my concern. Which was actually, that I prefer to keep the Hohokum clerks’ noses out of my business. But due to this incident, I was forced to make my presence known, and in a bold fashion at that. I immediately returned hovel after sweeping up the debris, pissed off that I had to draw such attention towards me.

So this morning I got a voicemail from the manager, who asked what’s going on about my dropping something out the window. Here’s the recording:

I called him back immediately, left a message that it was an accident, explained what happened…and won’t occur again. I then thought: “I guess the Hohokum minions ran off to Kevin and blabbed all about it, their lives are that boring!”

Later today, as I stepped out of the restroom, I bumped into Kevin, and we had a very interesting conversation. Turns out that Adisa had hurled stuff out the window of his own apartment, recently (and which I had NO idea about), so he wanted to clear up what happened with MY flying-bowl faux pas. And the Hohokum smoke shop resides directly below Myrtle & Son, so they have had to suffer the danger of objects flung out the window above. How long this has been going on, I have no idea.

Here is that video of our conversation, which I think you’ll find most enlightening. It essentially frees me from whatever false accusations came from Adisa’s (and his mother’s) direction, as well as from Kevin’s strange collaboration WITH them (just 2 minutes long):

Click here to watch video.

On the Deek topic:

Every night’s been cold, and today is especially chilly, yet he hasn’t given me the pups in all that time, so they can be in a warm place, at least overnight. His adolescent stubbornness is causing them harm! Each night I hope he’ll show up for the doggies’ sake, but it has yet to happen! The arc of the moral universe bends long, but its length relative to each situation. It looks like ALL recent difficulties in my life are bending towards my favor…some sooner, some later. The Deek saga is one of those LONG arcs, but I anticipate its resolution very soon. Though not so soon as, say, the Myrtle/Adisa/Manager fiasco, or my surprise conflict with Chronic ISP.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Building Manager Reconciles?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 21, 2021 8:07 PM

> Saw Timothy on the street in Fort Bragg today…he looked a little better than last time.

You just saw him, didn’t talk?

Re: Building Manager Reconciles?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 22, 2021 9:22 AM

> Was driving.

Driving DOES put a crimp in conversational exchange with a pedestrian, except perhaps when imposing upon them a request for directions to a place you can’t find, because maps are so confusing. However, geolocation technology has entirely replaced the main function of sidewalk ambulators, who will probably go extinct as a result.

Personally, I find it rather ANNOYING whenever a motorist interrupts my meditative stroll, to ask where is such-and-such a place. They have absolutely NO interest in who I am, what I stand for, or my life history! I’m just one of those car-less “losers” at their gratis disposal, a convenient, impromptu tour guide. A dying species.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Building Manager Reconciles?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 22, 2021 12:15 PM

> Was able to listen to it. He’s quite forthcoming, even somewhat conciliatory toward you!

I am very PLEASED with our conversation. Justice will be mine on all counts, but my greatest concern is achieving safe harbor for Flaco & Lucky. And, like all challenges that appear insurmountable, faith is my only strength. The key is Deek’s redemption…meaning a newfound awareness of his responsibility to do the right thing. The dogs must NOT be sacrificed to achieve this; that would be an abomination. I believe that Kevin’s talk with me yesterday is also a sign of imminent success regarding the pups.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Building Manager Reconciles? ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 22, 2021 12:44 PM

But also notice his mask did not cover his mouth and nose at first. And upon pulling it up, he still left his nostrils exposed. Putting ME in danger of contracting the virus by yet another resident, once again. He has also neglected replenishing our shared restroom with paper towels, toilet paper and hand disinfectant, for over three days now. This is in violation of the city’s COVID-19 orders, not to mention the usual rent laws. See for yourself (32 seconds):

Re: [MCN-Announce]- how hard could it be…?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 22, 2021 12:44 PM

> I’m enjoying this conversation! I don’t know who Myrna “Dear” is, but she seems to be a silly twit.

She is indeed. Her fake surname, “Dear,” kind of suggests that.

> Side note–I’m acquainted with most of the handful of black residents here (one guy died just recently),

I hope it wasn’t COVID. Even if not, more than likely his death was brought about by one or another result of racial bias, such as poor health care, unhealthy diet, social stress, etc.

> reducing the population of AMs by about twenty percent!). An interesting phenomenon, not one that is easily discussed, is that most of these individual folks actually prefer living among whites. I know, I know, the implications are disturbing, strange, bewildering, and so forth–but I’ve heard it with my own ears. One guy, who has a white wife, told me in confidence that he quit dating black women a long time ago, that they were just too much damned trouble.

I think SOME of this has to do with fewer crises living in a more affluent neighborhood. And avoiding the additional complications of partnering up with another low-income person who is also stigmatized by social bias. They are but TWO strategies of climbing the economic ladder, albeit a tragic way to go about it. A necessary evil, perhaps.

> As Art Linkletter said, people are funny…

I get the joke! We could throw in a brief clip of Nazi concentration camp victims to be REALLY absurd about it. Seeing as he was a registered Republican, thus most likely antisemitic. One could do a short series of Youtube videos, each prefaced with the same Linkletter clip of him saying “people are funny,” followed by a different clip for each video, of a tragic human event.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I’ve been binge watching the old Basil Rathbone/Nigel Bruce Sherlock Holmes series, and enjoying it immensely. They certainly are a helpful distraction from getting too bogged down in worry over the pups and other trying matters.

Subject: Deek & Pups Return!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 22, 2021 1:04 PM

Here’s a great pic of Deek, captured from today’s video:

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He said he’ll be back in a few hours to pick them up, but it would be REALLY nice if he let them stay overnight, at least. The doggies are SO happy to be back hovel! But guess what, something else has arrived to disturb my peace:

ANOTHER bedbug treatment to be scheduled some time next week. This is MUCH sooner than all previous intervals, so now I have to do the whole laundromat thing again, what a waste of several days, both before and after. The shit never stops!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: And here they are, crashed out…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 22, 2021 2:38 PM

…after a hearty meal and kind affection shared all around. Group hugs!

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Re: [MCN-Discussion]- Pups Return After 4 Days (part 1) [my latest video – 3 mins.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 22, 2021 2:42 PM

> Hope they get to stay longer!

He likes to keep me guessing…says he’ll come back the same day, then doesn’t show up till the next, in the afternoon or later, sometimes even letting another day pass. That’s his usual habit; hopefully it will happen this time around, too. It was so funny watching them dash through the open gate and disappear up the stairs in a flash! They were romping up and down the hallway when I returned to my floor; once they saw me they scooted off immediately to the door, scratching on it with eager joy and a few grumbly “woofs.”

Re: And here they are, crashed out…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 22, 2021 3:03 PM

> Aw. So sweet, happy and secure!

They have the sweetest disposition, it breaks my heart. Always attentive and kind…you could not ask for better company. Heaven is truly a state of mind, as the Buddha so wisely taught.

Subject: Is this Flaco or is this Yoda?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 23, 2021 6:47 PM

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Deek returned to collect the pups about an hour ago; it’s now 6:45 PM. Disappointing, that Deek did NOT want me to keep the pups overnight. I told him after four cold nights in a row, they could use a break. But he retorted how it’s been TEN cold nights, and his friends will make fun of him for letting someone else care for his dogs. This is ridiculous, he’s making that up. So I told him I don’t let ANY idiot tell me what to do, or think. They SHOULD have said what a good friend he has in me.

I pointed out that this person may NOT have his or the mutts’ best interest in mind. He may, in fact, have told Deek that, in HOPES of luring him into a tragedy. He could be jealous that he has a friend like me. Strangely enough, he agreed! But that didn’t change his decision to NOT keep the pups out all night again…and it’s even COLDER than the previous five nights.

Anyway, he told me to just enjoy their company whenever he brings them over, and that’s that…and if he doesn’t come back tonight for his devices, he’ll pick them up tomorrow. He DID make a point of thanking me for all my help, then departed, but not till after I spent some brief moments petting the doggies and wishing them all a wonderful evening.

I held back and watched them leave, assuming he’s going his usual route by turning right on Noe and crossing Market Street, in the direction of the Inner Mission. Instead, he turned left UP Noe Street, where I was also headed…to pick up groceries two blocks north. I followed behind by some forty feet, figuring he’s gonna turn left or right up a side street…but no, he kept strolling forward.

When we finally got close to the corner shop, he spotted me, said, “Oh, you’re following me?” The doggies were looking back at me with longing, as he said that.

“Nope, this is where I shop,” I explained and pointed at the corner grog & grocery. “I didn’t expect you to go this way.”

He then turned around to resume shoving the cart forward with pooches in tow. And called back:

“I’m gonna hit you!”

At least, that’s what I thought he said, figuring he meant if I keep following him, he’ll strike me. So I hollered:


Again, he said, “I’m gonna hit you!” Or so I thought, so I responded:

“Oh, stop!”

To which he said a bit more boisterously:

“I’m going to HAIGHT Street!”

Glad to realize I misunderstood him, I called back:

“Oh, that’s a nice stroll!” And waved at Flaco & Lucky before entering Morey’s shop.

As I plunked a bag of rolled oats and a small, flat box of frozen chile rellenos on the counter, Morey piped up:

“Those dogs kept looking back at you, because you treat them with love! All you’re trying to do is take care of them for your friend.”

“Yes, that’s right,” I replied. “They were just over my place for a few hours, and I suggested they stay overnight, after being outside for five cold days. But he put up a little fight; he just doesn’t get it. It’s been a painful, slow slog for many months, and still going on.”

“Oh, I know,” he empathized.

“But he IS improving, making all the necessary changes, slowly but surely. So I’ll just keep pluggin’ away.”

I then stashed the two items in my backpack, wished him a lovely evening (we both enjoy cold nights), and departed.

What I like about our brief talk, dear Wattson, is that he obviously understands PERFECTLY what I’m going through. And THAT counts for a lot! I do NOT feel so alone in this any more.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Oh, and another good thing that came out of this (besides Morey’s kind remark), is that, when I stepped outside my room with the pups, the building manager came by as we stood at my door 20 feet away. And of course they barked…well just one: Flaco. But gently, a couple of friendly “woofs.” So, as Kevin ascended to the third floor, he gave his own, friendly little “woof” in return. Then, just as I was about to bring the dogs to the main hallway, I heard someone ELSE come up the stairs…so pulled them back a few feet, and waited for him to pass, as well. And guess what: NEITHER PUP BARKED AT ALL!

Re: Is this Flaco or is this Yoda?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 23, 2021 10:30 PM

> That’s the absolute cutest damn picture of Flaco….those totally sentient eyes…

She is a very SPECIAL little doggie, as is her darling brother! That is a pic from today’s “duck jerky” video, where she’s anticipating her next piece of the treat. She has the most wonderful ears. When she’s walking, they’re totally pulled back, flat…like she’s marching off to somewhere important, and she means business. To a dog like her, EVERYthing’s important, so she must pay attention to her surroundings at all times. Lucky, OTOH, loves to tease her from time to time. Which gets on her nerves, but not too often. A superb brother/sister relationship…they really love each other! Did you see that video where Lucky demands she play with him? Incredible! Flaco was hiding in the box, when Lucky jumped off the cot and yanked one of the two sweatshirts I keep in there, right out from under her! That’s when the video starts:

SOMETHING REALLY GOOD HAPPENED TO ME A SHORT WHILE AGO! And to think I had almost decided NOT to wear my spyglasses for a short trip to Rosenberg’s and back…for I would have MISSED OUT on this astounding encounter. The video is ONLY 2 minutes, and the link is below this description, which also appears on that page:


This “part 6” video was neither planned nor anticipated…but MOST fortuitous! For I finally had that incredible chance to speak with the ONLY homeless person I know, who is really decent, and also knows Deek. I haven’t seen him in months, so had no idea where I could track him down, but he is the BEST chance I have of someone else speaking to Deek about taking better care of the pups. I didn’t recognize him at first, and he barely gave me enough time to convey how important my message is, that it get back to Deek. It didn’t even hit me until some moments after he scooted away, what an excellent encounter that was! Now, through him, other homeless people of at least SOME worth, will hear that message, too, and, hopefully, encourage Deek to DO THE RIGHT THING. In sum: this is a very good sign that the Fates are indeed on my side, and a tragedy will be averted.


Re: Is this Flaco or is this Yoda?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 23, 2021 10:49 PM

> Pure doggie goodness. Too good for this foul world.

That’s why they are here: they shall breathe new light into this world. First, they’ll become the TRUE heart of The Castro, then the entire city. Where thousands–nay, millions–of people will come to adore and protect them. Deek will be well taken care of, too, though the pups will stay with me. Then, through this extraordinary event, their doggie breath shall spread across the entire planet: an invisible lotus flower that blossoms to expand its petals out to the firmament and beyond. Blessing all that walks the earth, flies above it, dwells beneath it, and all within or on the oceans, too. There shall be born a NEW word to replace “Amen,” and that is:


– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups Return After 4 Days (6 videos) [my latest blog entry]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: April 24, 2021 11:02 AM

Six videos recording one day in my life with Deek and his two darling pooches. There is heartbreak as well as joy, in my struggles to get him to take better care of his dogs, including allowing me to provide them with shelter and safety much more than he presently does.

Pups Return After 4 Days (6 videos)

Re: Is this Flaco or is this Yoda?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 24, 2021 1:29 PM

> Crazy cute!!!!

Lucky is SO kind to her; he realizes very quickly when she’s moody, and does everything he can to let her know she’s loved. Her sad, offended expression when I was dotng on her brother is priceless. But I immediately gave her kisses and hugs, to be sure she doesn’t feel betrayed. Flaco loves to protect me, even from Lucky’s love bites. She’ll jump on my lap to keep him from getting their first. Or she’ll force her way between myself and Lucky, when I’m about to hug him. She’ll even rudely PLOP herself right on top of him, as if that somehow makes him vanish. When I try to kiss him, or extend my hand to pet him, she’ll block me with her face or paw! I literally have to slide her off to get to him. At that point, I decide it’s time again for a group hug.

If Lucky has an old hat or jacket to gnaw on, she’ll start champing on it, too, and in a little while will start growling until he retreats, so she’ll have it all to herself. He never grumbles back; instead is patient and kind, in spite of his obvious sadness that she’s pushed him away…for he is always glad to share. During such sibling bouts, I make a point to play with him, or encourage Flaco to share their common toy. They often nap together, head plunked upon the other’s shoulder or butt. Or a hind leg intrudes itself. But if she’s in a mood, and Lucky decides to plunk himself right beside, she’ll just raise her head, peer at him quickly to surmise the situation, then promptly arise and move to another place on the bedding…or jump to the floor to seclude herself in the box.

> Excellent! Spyglasses: Don’t leave home without them!

I think, more importantly, Wattson, is the extraordinary synchronicity of the incident…which would be somewhat LESS engaging had I not seriously considered leaving the glasses at home. It feels like I’m following some brilliant script, though subconsciously; and the hesitation to wear the spyglasses that one time is a great twist in the plot.

Even had I NOT worn those glasses, though, the timing of my finally bumping into him (the one person I was desperately HOPING to convey my challenge with Deek, but could never track down) was crucial and spectacular! His commending me so boldly is exactly the kind of scripted role one would expect in movies and plays with guardian angels in the mix. They always pop up at the right time. Deus ex machina.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Pups are back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 24, 2021 7:04 PM

Deek showed up a half hour ago, told me I can have the mutts for an overnight stay, maybe longer into a second day, because rain and a colder front are due, starting tonight. He said he thought about the cold nights, and thinks it’s a good idea. But of course he did not fully admit that, by demanding “no more crazy stuff like last time, I don’t want to get arrested.” So I told him:

“Well, DON’T talk crazy stuff, like getting rid of Flaco, or selling them, or giving them over to some girlfriend. That scared the shit out of me!”

He quickly said “okay,” and rambled on with more nonsensical blather. I don’t care about that, this is a real BREAKTHROUGH. He can talk all the BS he wants to make him look less guilty, I’m NOT gonna hold it over his head, because THE POOCHES COME FIRST! I’m wondering if Jay, my only homeless ally that I spoke with last night, had a good talk with Deek.

Well, one of my spyglass lenses is suddenly missing, and I can’t find it anywhere in my room. They’re frameless, and for that reason I should’ve bothered to add crazy glue where they join. Around ten years ago I had ordered online a pair of prescription eyeglasses that were frameless…and the lens popped out after just a week! So I left the camera eyewear home and, as a result, I ALREADY MISSED TWO GOLDEN VIDEO OPPORTUNITIES!

One was when I went to Golden Produce health food store on Church Street, where the workers’ mom, a sweet lady from Cambodia, asked if I got my shots yet. Well, I gave here and her son and daughter the entire rant about how I can’t make any appointment anywhere! With that, another sweet old lady (a black woman) said excuse me, but I know a place where you can just walk in: Maxine Hall on Golden Gate Avenue. I was suspicious, but said thank you, I’ll give them a call, and we’ll see…I’m not gonna just march on over there.

So I missed recording all that. Then, of course, my latest Deek encounter was not filmed either. I think I’ll just wear ’em without one lens; they have given me so much EXCELLENT witness to things important in my life! Heck, I’ll even wear’ em without BOTH lenses, if it comes to that! However, I also now have a camera pen. Only problem is it’s too jittery when I walk. And I don’t know how it will work when I bend over to pet the pups. Oh, well, I’ll get it sorted out.

SO GLAD the way has finally been paved towards better communication and care of the pups! Tremendously important.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Pups are back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 24, 2021 9:48 PM

> Excellent news, all of it. What color are the lenses in your video glasses? Dark? If so, you could maybe fake it somehow.

The lenses are clear. I contacted the company, to see if I can get the lens replaced, so maybe they’ll take care of that.

> Oh! Let’s hope the lady who tipped you off about where to get a vax was right!! Here’s hoping.

I just looked them up, SUPPOSEDLY have walk-in (no appointment) for seniors only, weekdays. According to their site, they just started doing it today. They’re a “community and homeless” health care center, run by the Federal Gov’t. I can’t imagine myself hangin’ around with vagrants, waiting an hour or more to get my shot. That’s why I stopped going to free meal places years ago: the people you must be around are frightening! Plenty of homophobia, too.

Then there’s Walgreens…I tried a few days ago, but they had nothing available unless I wanted to go to one in Los Angeles. So I just tried again tonight:

You have to sign up with personal info. I did that, because they claim to have an opening at my nearby Walgreens. So I had to go through the first page, to get shot #1, then it took me to the next page to arrange the date for #2…and by the time I got through all that, and made my last click, it said “service down, try again later.” Does that mean my first shot is still scheduled for this Monday at 7:20 PM, or not even that? I don’t think anything was processed, because they would’ve sent me an email to verify at least the first appointment. But now they have my personal information, and I got nothing. I’m thinking about calling Maxine Hall Monday morning, but do I really wanna take two, crowded buses only to linger among the scary?

> SO glad you have the doggies, even if just for a night or so. Though I wish it could be forever.

Yes, me too. I’m wondering now if Flaco has already come down with arthritis, because she’s meeting with some difficulty, jumping on and off my cot. She hesitates and looks warily before making the leap either way. And when she jumps onto the cot, she barely makes it, and has to squirm with her hind legs for that last step. I help with a nudge. Maybe I’ll start carrying her on and off the bed. Before this, she’s always been able to make one simple hop, up or down. Then again, she was sleeping and I woke them up for their meal, so maybe she’s a bit sluggish as a result. Now, I gotta bring up yet one MORE problem to Deek…the the pups should NO LONGER live outside! They never should have been, in the first place. Just one crisis after another, I can’t believe all the horrid shit I’ve been through since late October…and it’s STILL going on!

You’d think I’d have a simpler, calmer life, not being tied down to a job, but my world has ALWAYS been rife with bullshit, no matter what.

– Zeke K-Homes

Subject: I should get my first shot later this week.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 25, 2021 10:46 AM

Looks like Maxine Hall is the real deal. I was wrong, that they’re in the Tenderloin. I got their block location on Golden Gate Avenue mixed up. They are actually on the edge of the Fillmore District, and just an easy, straightforward (and pleasant) 12-block stroll from the Castro. They are indeed welcoming walk-ins, fortunately limited to folks 65 and older. Otherwise, they’d have a flood of everyone else driving away the elderly…like what’s going on at the Moscone Convention Center. They are open for walk-ins four days a week. I’d like to go there tomorrow, but between the doggies and bedbug treatment preparation, I’ll have to wait till Thursday or Friday. As for Walgreens, check this out:

12 NEWS NOW: Walgreens requires consumer info to see vaccine availability, unlike CVS

IOW they are FORCING people to register for a Walgreens account before they can even find out what vaccine appointments are available, and at which nearest store.

What is going on with the Walgreens online vaccine appointment system?

Looks like people who register online are getting their first shots, but can’t schedule the second one, just like what I went through in applying for my vaccination. So even if they have me scheduled for tomorrow, I won’t go there because they may refuse to set up the date for shot #2. This is horrific! And I never got an email to verify my appointment. Fuck ’em. Even if I unsubscribe my account (if that’s even possible), they’ll still keep my personal info.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: I should get my first shot later this week.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 25, 2021 12:17 PM

> Excellent news. I had zero side effects; hope it’s that way for you, too, though “they” say that side effects are an indicator that your immune system is responding and making antibodies.

I’ve never had any side effects from vaccines, so not worried.

> Sneaky greedy bastards.

Exactly. And I don’t know if they’ll even LET me unsubscribe from my new account with them. Taking advantage of human desperation for profit…can’t get more capitalist than that! More on Deek:

The doggies are still here, lovin’ every minute of their fluffy, warm and friendly sanctuary. When he shows up (hopefully not until tomorrow; it’s quite cold today) I’ll have to impress upon him that they’re not outdoor pups, and continuing to force them to live on the streets will wind up making them ill with arthritis, and in a lot of pain…and he’ll have to put them down. The best thing at this point, is to have them stay with me every night. This has nothing to do with “taking them away” from him, but everything to do with preserving their health and happiness, that HE may have them in his life for a long time, and also avoid a tragedy that would make him wish he were dead. I’ll praise him to the heavens for making that personal sacrifice.

I have every confidence he’ll come around.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: I should get my first shot later this week.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 25, 2021 1:43 PM

> Hope so. For everybody’s sake, but mainly the beautiful, lovable, sweet innocent love-bugs.

Like a fairy tale or a myth: the knight wants to rescue the princess from the clutches of a wicked dragon. But slaying it will only serve to destroy the princess, as well. The ONLY victory possible, is to find some way to befriend the dragon, and liberate it, too. Not by clever machinations, but through a sincere will that BOTH be redeemed. IOW:

The pups can NOT be saved without ALSO uplifting Deek in the process. And he has already made a big step in that direction, by admitting I’m right about giving them a break from a 4-day string of cold, damp nights. And this victory, I believe, will be April’s miracle.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Lens replacement?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Mingsung Camera Glasses Seller
Date: April 26, 2021 9:17 AM

> Zeke, we can send you a new pair, you don’t need to return the one you have. please send me your address information. Thank you.

Cool, thanks. I’m gonna apply a little superglue to the top of the lenses, this time. I’ve gotten so many excellent videos already, with the camera glasses, they make smartphones look clunky.

Re: Lens replacement?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 26, 2021 11:51 AM

> Yay!!!

Those spyglasses have quickly become an indispensible tool for sharing great insights with the world. Not to mention joy and heartbreak. Meanwhile:

Deek still hasn’t returned, thus the doggies have had TWO lovely overnight stays in my sanctuary so far. But Lucky threw up a lot late last night (around 3:30 AM): his whole evening meal came up, followed by a very viscous, yellow matter that was so sticky, sometimes he was forced to swallow it back down. No lumps of debris, just the fluid. Nor was there any sort of stink.

He seemed otherwise in good health, Wattson, showing no discomfort. After a bit of puking, he kept going to one of the windows, so I pulled back the curtain, that he may stand and peer outside. I thought maybe he’s wondering where Deek is.

But after his three brief forays to view the outside world, he parked himself by the door and gazed up at me. “Oh, he needs to relieve himself,” I then realized. So off we went in a wee hour, and they both peed and pooped. It was actually a lovely, quiet stroll. Upon returning hovel, he upchucked some more, but I already had newspaper laid out for easy cleanup. I gave him hugs and pats throughout the ordeal.

Lucky did not return to bed for awhile, indicating he still might heave a tad more…these pups are very fastidious! Flaco was calm throughout the night, no sign of stomach upset at all. So I tossed one of the kid’s sleeping bags onto the floor, which he finally rested upon. And I flung another bag down, so I could curl up beside him. He is now resting pleasantly upon the cot once more, but was definitely NOT hungry this morning. Flaco, however, ate most of her breakfast. I suspect that Lucky has that sensitive-tummy issue common among the smaller canine breeds.

Or he may have swallowed something off the sidewalk that I didn’t catch; a scrap of soft plastic, perhaps, or an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato.

It’s almost noon, now, but I’m sure Deek will show up before sunset.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Lens replacement?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Mingsung Camera Glasses Seller
Date: April 26, 2021 2:01 PM

> Well, I hope not…

That he never show up again would make my life a whole lot easier, and the pooches would be MUCH better off. Or so it seems. However, I gotta deal with the dragon at the gate, as that is the reality. But can you imagine how DIFFICULT it would be, should Deek die on the streets, or just disappear, regarding establishing ownership over the dogs? His death, if such occurs, would probably be impossible to prove, when I approach the SPCA for chipping and licenses. Would they even allow me to get them their booster shots and/or health checkups? Things would likely be even MORE exasperating should he just disappear. And what if he perishes outside WITH the pups, and another homeless person claims ownership? Or Flaco and Lucky are absconded by someone ELSE, who has a roof over their heads? Or they’re impounded?

As you know, one of my goals in saving the pups is to turn them into mascots of the Castro. This COULD happen, if my Brindlekin Tales become popular on a local level. Yet that hasn’t panned out so far, but there’s always hope it will. And if it does, dozens of people (at least) would watch over them, making sure that Deek is taking better care of the little angels. He’ll feel the pressure! Local fans of my doggy adventures might even provide him with blankets, food, etc., to see to it that Flaco & Lucky need never be exposed to so much dank, nighttime chills. Some might even provide them with backyards to romp around in, cozy doghouses for sleep time, and much more. Another tactic I just came up with that might work:

Seeing as Deek is so sensitive about what others say of him, I’ll remind him that he’s in the public eye all the time. And that I’ve overheard now and then, people decrying his poor treatment of the dogs, they are considering reporting him to Animal Control, and have the mutts removed and put up for adoption. That it would not only beHOOVE him to demonstrate greater responsibility and love, but in so doing he’ll be showered with praise and support. He’d become a HERO in their eyes. By the same token, should he NOT follow through on doing the right thing, he’ll probably suffer some awful consequences. Including the brindlekin’s own misery and death. I’ll remind him that he told me several months back, that someone approached him to ask: “Don’t you think it’s cruel to force two little dogs to live outside in the cold and rain?” More than likely, though, he’ll deny ever saying that. He always shoots for the easiest cop-outs, like alcoholics who claim to never recall their offenses.

Arranging to shelter the doggies with me most of the time, would ALSO give him hero status. What I’m thinking, is to have him agree to bring the dogs hovel on days or nights whenever the outside temperature dives below 55 degrees. I can easily check the weather report every day, to know ahead of time what to expect that night, and tomorrow. This arrangement, of course, does NOT take into consideration all the OTHER dangers of having the pups live on the streets. But it’s a VERY good, major first step.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Lens replacement?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 26, 2021 2:57 PM

> Yes. But at least they’d be under your care and protection, 95% of the battle. The ASPCA must have to deal all the time with pets whose homeless owners have died or disappeared. I should think they’d be glad to know that these animals, at least, have a loving guardian, and make you the official new “owner.”

I doubt they’d just take someone’s claim that a homeless dog owner just died. For it’s unlikely it would reach the evening news or other media sources. Therein lies the dilemma, as I’m sure they’re aware of housed people attempting to take a homeless person’s pup off the streets against the owner’s will. Of course, it helps immensely to have all this documented via recent videos…which would at LEAST give them an understanding of what’s been going on.

> That’s a dreadful thought. It’s why I wish (as you do) that he’d let you put your phone number on their collars.

A dreadful thought, indeed. But one must consider the reality, tragic as it is.

> Yes. And it would increase the chances of the doggies being with you if/when Deek meets a bad end.

Community awareness of the pup’s precarious situation, and my direct involvement, would be a tremendous aid…to say the least. Indeed, it may be lifesaving. I feel like Sisyphus pushing a rock named “Insurmountable Odds.” It could all come sliding down at any moment. And I’ve been going through this for MONTHS, day in, day out. Yet the pups are still here. So far.

May the Fates be kind.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Not a peep out of ’em!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 26, 2021 5:09 PM

Last week I posted a comment to Reddit’s “AskSF” sub, in a thread discussing doing volunteer work to fill the lonely hours. Someone suggested walking dogs for the SPCA, since canines s are such sweet company. Others chimed in “what a great idea!” So MY suggestions went like this:

“If you live in or near the Castro, you might consider befriending a homeless person named Deek, who owns two, lovely little pups. He needs others to encourage him to take better care of them, as he usually forces them to sleep directly on the concrete (not even cardboard padding), and suffer the cold rain and nights without warmth or protection. I am one person, and can only do so much. You might even donate a blanket, doggy sweater, food or whatever, to give these furry angels at LEAST a somewhat better life.”

But no one responded…not a single peep out of anyone of them!

Now, add to the many absurd challenges I’m going through, the inability to get my first vaccine shot, because I must care for the pooches. Can’t bring them with me, as not only may that not be permissible by the clinic, but Deek may show up. When I don’t answer out my window, he rightly assumes I’ll be back shortly. But in THAT case, it may be an hour or more before I return. By which time he could be in an utter state of panic.

Also, how do I deal with the doggies regarding bedbugs, when I have to pretty much pack away all cloth items, and take the pups with me outdoors for at least three hours, on the day of treatment. Doing SOME of the laundry ahead of time would also be necessary, which just adds to the difficulty. Though I COULD leave the pups hovel for that, I won’t be gone for very long. I’d just have to trust that my items won’t be stolen. At any rate, my seven thin throw rugs would have to be stashed in garbage bags until I get around to running them through the driers. Along with the two adult sleeping bags and four kid’s sleeping bags. Also ALL my clothing, including jackets. But what if Deek doesn’t show up before the bug treatment, for me to tell him which day that will happen? Again, he could drop by, and go into a panic within a half hour.

There is also the ongoing threat of a belligerent teenager and his fucked up mother, who are STILL here, though keeping a very low profile. I want to point out at this juncture, that EVERY manager of this building has come up with SOME way to intentionally put me in harm’s path by one or another resident who is mentally deranged. It’s like it’s their form of amusement. Fortunately for me, it’s always backfired in the long run.

So, 20 minutes have passed between the paragraph above, and this one. Deek finally showed up, griping about why the pups’ fur looks so “oily,” etc. I told him that false accusations aren’t gonna get him very far. But I know how he loves to fuck with his friends’ heads, because everyone is wrong except you. But I’m not gonna stand around and listen to his bull crap.

He then said how he knows one tenant in my building who said the dogs ALWAYS bark at him. I know who that is: Loni, a Latino drama queen. At any rate, I reminded Deek that they hardly bark at all any more, that the pandemic made the hallways empty, so they’re not used to seeing anyone else in the building except myself. So it took them longer than usual to adapt.

I have this all on video, thank Artemis, including when I decided at the last moment to tell HIM how he’s in the public eye all the time, and I’ve overheard some people exclaim how poorly he cares for the pups…forcing them to sleep on the concrete, and exposing them to the cold rains and frigid night air. He said “I don’t wanna hear that!” So I retorted, “Well, since you’re so eager to tell me what someone else has said about ME, I’m just returning the favor.”

At any rate, he should be back tonight for his recharged devices; let’s see how things progress. I’m not gonna push for having Flaco & Lucky over more frequently, as I’d prefer he offer that himself. Gives him a sense of control, which is VERY important for immature egos, if you want to move them in a better direction. And I think he’ll follow through. My latest Deek video will be released about an hour from now, and is called “Just More of Deek’s BS.” Watch for it on the announcement list.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Deek’s new hair color…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 26, 2021 6:11 PM

…matches the doggies’ fur perfectly! I didn’t notice this until only AFTER perusing the video for a great thumbnail image. What do you make of that, Wattson?

Pups Return After 4 Days (6 videos)

April 24, 2021

Six videos recording one day in my life with Deek and his two darling pooches. There is heartbreak as well as joy, in my struggles to get him to take better care of his dogs, including allowing me to provide them with shelter and safety much more than he presently does.

Part 1:

Brindlekin visit once again, after four days without their sweet company! Hopefully, Deek will decide to let them stay the whole day, and overnight.

Part 2:

Happy to return to my cushy sanctuary (that I call my hovel), loving exchanges precede their finally crashing out in doggy slumber.

Part 3:

Two hours after their return hovel and some solid nap time, I fed them their meal, then let them sleep some more. About an hour after that, I treated them to their favorite snack before resuming their cozy snooze. They love their duck jerky treats!

Part 4:

Deek returns to pick up his Bluetooth speaker, smartphone and battery pack. Says he’ll return for the pups in two or three hours. I hope he’ll change his mind and have the good sense to let them spend one night indoors, where they’ll keep warm. After four chilly nights in a row outside, it would be cruel to not give them that.

Part 5:

Deek did not choose to let the pups stay with me overnight, even though I suggested it would be a good idea, after them being outdoors 4 cold nights in a row. So I sadly gave them a few more loving pats on their heads, and wished them all a blessed evening. I wound up quasi-stalking them, as they went in the same direction I was going, to pick up some groceries. Deek finally spotted me.

Part 6:

This “part 6” video was neither planned nor anticipated…but MOST fortuitous! For I finally had that incredible chance to speak with the ONLY homeless person I know, who is really decent, and also knows Deek. I haven’t seen him in months, so had no idea where I could track him down, but he is the BEST chance I have of someone else speaking to Deek about taking better care of the pups. I didn’t recognize him at first, and he barely gave me enough time to convey how important my message is, that it get back to Deek. It didn’t even hit me until some moments after he scooted away, what an excellent encounter that was! Now, through him, other homeless people of at least SOME worth, will hear that message, too, and, hopefully, encourage Deek to DO THE RIGHT THING. In sum: this is a very good sign that the Fates are indeed on my side, and a tragedy will be averted.

The Final Chapter (part 4)

April 21, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17d]

Re: [MCN-Announce]- A Conversation with Charlie
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 13, 2021 3:42 PM

> Zeke: This video was removed by Youtube before I had a chance to see it.

You can now view it here.

> (Been away from my computer for a few days. Couple of the days burning brush at my partner’s place.) Did Youtube give you a reason for removing the video? Did it happen immediately, or was it complaint driven?

The answer you’ll find in my next chapter, which release I’m about to post. Thanks immensely for reading my tales…you’re WAY ahead of the curve, Lisa! But later this year, so many will be reading them, that WordPress will probably crash more than once. :D

– Zeke

P.S.: You can also watch “My 2nd Conversation with Charlie” here:

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

Click here to watch the video.

Re: Some Quick Updates
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 14, 2021 10:28 AM

> Great pic of Deek!

Yes, it’s PERFECT! Cigarette dangling from the lips, gold medallion raised forward, his scruffy streetwise appearance. The touch of a humorous aura in the whole image…as if he’s aware of his own bodhisattva nature, and the joy that comes with it. I suspect he DOES know I’m filming all this, so made a point of featuring the Buddha/dragon icons. Catching Lucky fluffing up the white blanket with such joie de vivre is also priceless. I suspect even the PUPS know they’re on camera. I especially enjoyed Deek’s describing the Buddha as riding atop the dragon. How could anyone at this point write him off as just a common vagrant?

And THAT was his kind way of letting me know everything’s fine with the mutts, and always will be…along with MY life, his, and everyone else’s. How much more elegant than bluntly hitting me over the head with confirmation!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Yet ANOTHER worker not wearing a mask!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 14, 2021 11:23 AM

Seems brazen about it too…like he’s daring me to report him! Fucked up situation, manager doesn’t give a flying fig about it, either. One thing GOOD I can say about all this: those spyglasses sure have paid off big time! I forgot to mention they gave me a $30 reimbursement for posting a review on Amazon, in the form of a gift card! They recently asked if I’d like to review their newest product (a pen with built-in, voice-activated audio recording), so I said “sure!” In exchange for my purchasing it outright ($24), they’ll reimburse the FULL amount, once I post a review. SPY vs. SPY all the way!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Yet ANOTHER worker not wearing a mask!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 14, 2021 1:09 PM

> Cheeky bastard!

More like “nasty punk!” I’m gonna see if I can report this to the company they work for, “Astro Elevator.” I just found out they have a Facebook page, so I messaged them:

Some of your workers at my building, 9666 Market St., SF, are not wearing masks inside the building. This is very alarming, at least one resident has already caught covid, and another one has died.

The message included two links to a pic of two different workers CLEARLY not wearing a mask. I also POSTED that same message on their wall. They’re also on Twitter, so I tweeted the same complaint there. AND they have an email address, so I took care of that, too. What really gets me is:

EVERYONE I’ve complained about knows exactly where I live, and has easy access into my building. I’M A SITTING DUCK. So now, I have the elevator workers on top of the building manager, Myrtle and Adisa (and his punk friends), and Ablahblah Realty! AND I DON’T HAVE A FUKKIN LAWYER! Yet.

Subject: It’s Like Magic! [my latest video – 24 secs.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 15, 2021 9:19 AM

Just like that…BAM!…overnight the elevator crew is all masked up like a boss! I wonder what did it: my complaint to the elevator company’s Facebook wall, their Twitter feed, or to Ablahblah Realty? (Their email address, OTOH, was not valid.) A little birdie told me, “Tweet!” All I know is: it’s GOOD to save lives, and one should never shirk from speaking out, no matter how dark the threat against you appears (in your mind or otherwise). This I learned straight from the Tibetan Book of the Dead, years ago (and I paraphrase):

“In the second stage of death you will be threatened by demons in many horrific ways, but if you do NOT cave in to fear and CALMLY stand your ground, you shall pass through to a higher realm.”

I simply concluded that our present life is ALSO just one of those realms, or levels, of being. Thus, having the courage to always do what’s right, you shall likewise pass to a better reality, IN THIS LIFE. And THAT, my friend, is the secret to this Book of the Dead: the lessons therein taught about dying well, apply equally to LIVING well! Speaking of “levels,” don’t you think the elevator is a perfectly DIVINE metaphor?

Subject: Success with the Elevator Workers
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 14, 2021 10:28 AM

It appears that my complaint to the elevator company had the impact needed to stop endangering residents of my building, as this video shows (read the description that goes with it), 27 seconds.

However, regarding Deek, last night’s meetup was less than sterling (4 minutes):

Though I MUST acknowledge that there is a vast improvement overall, with his attitude and behavior. I can’t expect him to change overnight, good physician! As the saying goes: “Three steps forward, one step backward.” Nor can I brush off the likelihood of this latest encounter being nothing more than another bodhisattva challenge…and thus, he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing, to make further progress on my OWN soul’s evolution. “Fine tuning” as it were. For the FIRST conclusion imposes more EGO on my part, than the second…and I mean “ego” in the negative aspect.

[an hour pause]

Well, I had to step out for another visit with Deek, after that last paragraph. Very sad seeing him more concerned with gelling up his hair, than with the pups, who only had the concrete sidewalk to rest upon. Deek said they were cold last night; I asked him why, since it’s easy to find a cardboard box for them to sleep in, and add some old jacket or other clothing for cushioning and warmth…he used to do that all the time. I confronted him further re. animal abuse. He opposed me of course, claiming he’s raised dogs before and even won awards. Which I do NOT believe, and said his poor treatment belies all that. At any rate, you will hear our conversation, and more, in a video I am preparing for upload a couple of hours from now. It’s a long one, about 26 minutes…so broken down into three parts. Now, allow me to end this missive on a good note, Wattson:

In the video, you’ll observe that my confronting him on this issue does NOT result in a belligerent shouting-down, which was his customary behavior till recently. This is a hopeful sign that he’s listening better, and WILL improve his regard for the doggies. Less hair gel, more puppy love.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Success with the Elevator Workers
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 14, 2021 1:15 PM

> So poignant to see the pups gazing at you, hoping they’ll be going with you.

The heartbreak is a crushing cross to bear. I may have to witness them growing weathered and ill, right before my eyes, unto their death. It is a VERY slow torment.

Subject: Less Hair Gel, More Puppy Love, Please! [my latest video – 26 minutes]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zekes Mailing List
Date: April 14, 2021 5:30 PM

Sad state of affairs, to see how poorly Deek cares for his sweet doggies, Flaco & Lucky. He seems to care more about gelling his hair, than showing more kindness to the pups. I confronted him on this, citing animal abuse, which he opposed with shamefully childish excuses. My hope, of course, is that I’m being tested, and this little scenario is a ruse. The bodhisattva challenge here is: do I speak out, or do I remain silent for fear of him removing the dogs entirely from my world? I believe I took the right action, by confronting him in a non-hostile, patient manner. This is in three parts, totaling 26 minutes.

Part 1 (11 mins.):

Click here to watch the video.

Part 2 (8 mins.):

Click here to watch the video.

Part 3 (8 mins.):

Click here to watch the video.

Subject: Going Digital
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 14, 2021 6:14 PM

Don’t know why this hadn’t occurred to me months ago, but it’s EASY to narrate my tales via digital voice. Here, I was thinking I’ll need to read them all myself, and there are so many, now! So I guess your local radio host and friend, Marshall, is replaceable for my needs. Chapter 2a of book 1 will be uploaded tonight. (It’s “2a” BTW, because that’s where I inserted the Julia Vinograd piece, so the original chapter 2 is now 2b.) I have to make SOME changes in the text files, but not much work is involved. Putting a period at the end of each line in the email header prevents the app from running all four lines together. The abbreviated “is” as in “he’s” and “she’s” is a choppy result, but does little to break the flow. Same goes for other apostrophized words such as “don’t” and “I’ll.” Though, after listening to my first digitized tale, the reading sounds BETTER than “good enough;” in fact, it’s pretty damn decent. Using a female voice, BTW.

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 16, 2021 5:11 PM

What a load of crap…they give nothing specific, so I can figure out what’s going on. My hunch is that someonw owns an image I’ve uploaded to my WordPress site, and instead of contacting me directly, they’re being a dick about it by taking their complaint directly to my ISP. This happened once before: I had uploaded a photo of a canister of pepper spray, w/o even showing the product label…and the person who took that pic complained to my web host service, instead of posting directly to me. Even worse: he or she claimed since I’ve done it to him or her, I’m probably doing it to others! But the point is:

If someone demands I remove it, I will, promptly. However, copyright law is gray in this area, in that, if your work is public domain (and/or you’re not monetizing it), there is no law that says you’re not allowed to use just anyone’s image.

But how can I know which image that is, if I’m not given even a shred of information about this supposed “abuse?” So I posted back, saying I have no idea what they’re talking about, please be more specific.

——– Original Message ——–

Date: 2021-04-16 18:42

Dear Chronic Subscriber:

Chronic has received a notice from a copyright owner, or its authorized agent, that your internet account may have been involved in the exchange of unauthorized copies of copyrighted material.

Use of any services provided by Chronic to transfer copyrighted material is prohibited and repeated infringement may result in termination of your Chronic account. Complete details on Chronic DMCA policies can be found at

If you believe this notice has been sent in error, please disregard this message. Otherwise, please discontinue any further infringing activity.

Subject: My Spyglasses Disappeared…Just Like That!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 17, 2021 11:03 AM

I needed a phillips-head screwdriver to replace a lead-acid battery in Deek’s heavy speaker, so donned my spyglasses and strolled to Cliff’s Variety on Castro Street. While waiting in a short line, I lowered the glasses to my chest, where they hanged by a lanyard. I found the screwdriver, just $3.99, purchased it and, just before exiting, realized the glasses were no longer on me!

So I returned to the area I had walked around, searched for them everywhere…NOTHING! A store clerk helped me look, but still not found. How could this have happened? I would’ve heard them make SOME kind of clatter if they fell to the floor. I am totally flummoxed; it’s as if they simply vanished into thin air. And that lanyard has never been less than reliable for the several weeks I’ve used it. I left my phone number with the store, in case they find them. So:

My cheap purchase turned out to cost me over $40! I just ordered another pair ($70), but the price was only $35, thanks to an Amazon gift card. Plus, I will receive a reimbursement for the recording pen, once I post a review. That’s another $24 bonus. However, I COULD have spent that lost money on the pups, dammit. At least the battery works for the speaker, perfect fit. And it looks like it’s already fully charged, so no waiting a day or longer for powering it up. Turns out that one of the two connectors for the smaller, old battery had loosened its way off. One of his “tech” buddies had added two flat pieces of plywood to keep the battery from jiggling, but I guess that wasn’t enough.

FIVE DAYS WITHOUT SPYGLASSES, THIS IS HELL! During that time, I’ll be kicking myself for every great moment I miss, that I would’ve loved to record…especially the Deek moments. And the pups, of course. Maybe I’ll use my smartphone, by stuffing some tissue paper into a shirt pocket, so the part with the camera lens will poke out. That seems workable. Just don’t know how the audio will come out…I’m gonna test it right now.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: My Spyglasses Disappeared…Just Like That!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 17, 2021 11:42 AM

> Infuriating!!!

GOOD NEWS, WATTSON: they have been found. Listen to the voicemail, which arrived just ten minutes after I returned hovel.

I went back to pick them up, and thanked him personally. Another clerk (a lovely young black woman who handed me the spyglasses) was also there, as they listened to my spiel:

“Well here is an interesting thing about having found them in the doggy treat section, especially since I didn’t even go NEAR that area: both my Youtube channel and WordPress blog are dedicated to my helping two homeless dogs! So there’s a touch of magic in all this.”

I then placed the glasses back on, hanging from my neck by the lanyard, and exclaimed:

“See? I don’t see how they could’ve just fallen off without my noticing.”

They both agreed that this incident was indeed bizarre. Before departing, I handed Chuck my Brindlekin business card, and declared:

“It even says ‘True tales from the Castro, eat your heart out, Armistead!”

They both got a good chuckle out of that. Thus, I departed with great joy in my heart, and, much to my added delight, triumphant music accompanied me, blasting out of a converted bus on Castro Street. (Not MY kind of music, per se, but it did put a lift in my stride.) That was the first thing I caught on film after the surprise return of those glasses that have already done so many wonderful things for me.

Click here to watch the video.

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Chronic Abuse
Date: April 18, 2021 3:47 PM

That’s absurd. I am neither distributing nor reproducing ANY copyrighted material. I ALSO resent your subject title including the word “ABUSE” in it, as if I’m a criminal, based on erroneous and clearly unfounded “evidence.” The nature of your email is INTIMIDATING, and just like the draconic behavior of the monopoly ISPs. If you wanna talk “ABUSE” just look in the mirror. Not only would it behoove you to send queries over possible copyright issues in a RESPECTFUL manner, it ALSO behooves you to inform the customer the first time around, exactly WHAT the complaint is about. In sum:

Your post to me is OFFENSIVE and ABUSIVE. You may as well be Comcast or AT&T with such thoughtless behavior.


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Believing in God
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: April 18, 2021 4:15 PM

On Sat, 18 Apr 2021 at 10:17 AM, Kind Warlock posted:

> My dog is a cognitive being. I have many stories to share about our sacred relationship.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that “dog” spelled backwards is “god.” Especially if you define god as love. No doubt you are by now long aware of my Brindlekin Tales, because I announce each new chapter and video around them, on this list. But I’d like to emphasize here, that they are all about how two, sweet homeless pups have turned my life around, given me so much inspiration and brought me to a higher plane of self realization, I am now gushing with creative force as a result…so much so, that Brindlekin Tales has become a trilogy, and I’m almost done with book 3! It is free to read online, and always will be. It’s also a multimedia experience…which you CAN’T achieve in a standard, paper publication! There is MUCH heartbreak, MUCH joy, and one cliffhanger after another. All true tales, for the most part. I also have a Brindlekin Tales Youtube channel to complement my written sagas.

Have a peaceful, serene night, Kind Warlock…and give your doggy a hug for me, please.

– Ezekiel

PS: if you’d like to have one or two of your own dog stories in my book, I’d love to do that for you! I cannot pay you for them; my works are all public domain, not monetized in any way. For they are my life’s labors of love, given freely from the heart.

Subject: A Pleasant Night, NOT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 19, 2021 1:53 PM

Last night’s visit with Deek and pups was calm…nonetheless a tragedy in the making, for obvious canine reasons. Lucky was stashed in the shopping cart, surrounded by junk (no padding for comfort), Flaco was on the sidewalk and tethered to the cart. Just more heartbreak, seeing how joyfully they greet me, hoping each time I see them I’ll take them hovel. It’s a longish video this time, 16.5 minutes, so get around to it whenever. The audio doesn’t sync properly after awhile (starting where I’ve appended the first of two clips), but does not interfere with the overall message conveyed, and its impact. I use a freeware video joiner, which leaves a bit to be desired, but serves its purpose. Now I’ll have to add just one more layer of work to my video editing: figuring out how to correct the audio sync AFTER the smaller recordings have been strung together. Here’s the video, which I’ve semi-sardonically titled “A Pleasant Night:”

As for my ongoing concern over the doggies, I reminded Deek several days back, that so much constant exposure to the cold and damp climate will make them come down with arthritis…even though they seem fine, right now. It will slowly sink into their bones till the day comes when they’ll be in chronic pain all the time, and you’ll have to put them down, or they’ll die after months of agony. But as far as Deek is concerned: in one ear and out the other! If they appear okay now, why worry?

A couple nights ago he had a tarp slung over him, with the pooches huddled beneath and curled up for warmth. Happy to see me (as usual) they nonetheless remained in their skimpy shelter, sticking their cute faces out in kind greets. Yet he had the nerve to say: “See? I take good care of them.” But he STILL forced them to lie down directly upon the sidewalk…not even a sheet of cardboard for a bit of softness and warmth. And it’s so EASY to pick up a clean sheet ANYwhere in the city, for free! In fact, there are always some every night, folded up against the trash bins in front of my building.

I suspect he’s scheming to squeeze more moolah out of me, by keeping the pups from visiting, until I finally break down and beg him. Hoping, of course, I’ll persuade him with cold cash. This is NOT gonna happen, and it’s sad because he’s using Flaco & Lucky as leverage to get his way with me. So I have absolutely NO choice but to remain silent about them staying with me again, and god only knows HOW long it will take before he just presents them to me once again! Meanwhile, the pooches suffer from the cold, in their own, polite way, never a whimper of complaint. But you should SEE how they scramble for a warm spot every chance they get! While I was visiting with them last night, they eagerly dug a hole in that corner garden, to curl up in! There is warmth in the lower soil, and their sub-level placement averts any breeze that may whip up.

How many times must I plead with Deek to do the right thing, good physician: take better care of them outside, and allow them to stay with me at LEAST one night a week? It puts fear in my heart whenever I confront him about this–which I MUST do now and then, or my conscience would KILL me–for this just makes him dig in his heels and resist, and will possibly drive him away for good! He has an immature mind, and because of this I fear his jealousy of their love for me is a burning resentment. Which winds up hurting the pups! He may ALSO have a sadistic streak, that gets off on treating the mutts poorly. Gives him a sense of POWER. Now onto another topic, though just as pertinent:

Yesterday afternoon when I exited my hovel to discard some trash, I heard two young residents gabbing away as they descended the stairs to my floor. As is my wont these days, I immediately hid within the alcove that is right outside my door, and perpendicular to the smaller hallway leading to the main corridor. I do this because I don’t care to have encounters with tacky, wealthy queers brimming with superficial nonsense and wan, fake smiles. They never talk about anything of substance! Anyway, here is how their conversation went:

A lot of occupants have moved out for better deals, to the point where more than a third of the apartments are now empty…maybe as much as half! Ablahblah Realty refuses to lower the rent, no matter what. Several residents have already proposed just that, but all were turned down. One of the two remarked how he’s been here a long time, so his monthly payment is $700 (thanks to rent control) for the studio units that now go for $2,300! They joked about how he might request a 1-bedroom for the same price he’s now paying.

You know, Wattson, I’ve never paid a moment’s notice over why this building has become so silent…writing it off, of course, to the pandemic’s mandate to isolate oneself. Considering how long I’ve occupied this dank mansion, I am become a ghost long before my own death: a mere shell of a tenant, roaming the hallways and eavesdropping on the living! All I need is a bed sheet flung upon my person, and a length of iron chain to clank about, to complete this picture! Surely:

When one resides at 9666 Market Street (or as I like to call it: “Hotel California North”), every day is Halloween!

– Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin-Holmes
Friendly Ghost Detective Agency at your service!

Re: A Pleasant Night, NOT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 19, 2021 4:12 PM

> That’s exactly it. he can lord it over the dogs, punishing them for his own raw-deal life. Sadly, people tend to look for somebody lower on the totem pole than themselves to take it out on. A dog is perfect; it can’t speak, it loves you no matter what you do to it. Horrible, tragic.

Fortunately, his mistreatment is relatively mild, compared to those who outright abuse their dogs. Though in such a case, I could EASILY have them removed by calling the animal abuse hotline. Whereas in THIS situation, it is all borderline, thus impossible to rescue the pups from his clutches. Still, I take the bodhisattva spin on it, and conclude not is all as bad as it may seem, and I really shouldn’t suffer such angst.

> Now THAT’S vivid!! And chilling!!

I am nonetheless in better company with my chains and bed sheet, than I am with the living. Nor do I believe this is my fate, but just a passing phase into a MUCH happier existence. We’re not talking DEATH here, either…we’re talking about a gobsmacking, MAJOR shift in reality. Gotta shake those chains to make it come true! Boo-oooo-ooo!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Vartan Gregorian
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: April 19, 2021 6:21 PM

On Sun, 18 Apr 2021 12:14:20 -0700 (PDT) Judas Sakoschitz posted:

> We are not just some data points in a data mining program. We are not just consumers to be manipulated by algorithms, squeezed dry of our disposable income, and bade farewell as we shuffle off to the grave.

We are also not just some writers of hackneyed poems drooling with absurdly obsequious, obnoxious and oppressive christian psychobabble about some fictional character named Jebus. Unfortunately (for the rest of us) you DO fit into that shameful category, cursing everyone on this list with your malodorous plops of fecal versification.

Subject: SF Public Transit Continues to Crumble
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 20, 2021 2:52 PM

You will remember my gripes about MUNI’s lousy track record, including their most recent failure to get the Metro underground up and running late last year. Today’s SF Examiner article affirms my gripe. While MUNI claims they are prepared to do better, that is what they’ve ALWAYS said for decades:

SFMTA’s poor track record on capital projects risks losing ‘public trust’

And as if that weren’t enough to rub shit in your face, an advertisement appeared above the article, offering sales of silver and gold coins with Trump’s image on them! See attached image.

Click here to view a larger image.

To: Chronic Abuse
From: Zeke Krahlin
Date: April 20, 2021 9:48 PM

Thank you! Needlessly causing anxiety to customers is not the way to go. There are probably more FAKE charges than real ones, in attempts by upstart companies or agents to scare money out of people who don’t understand their rights. Years ago, I think in 1998, I had to deal with a false charge of copyright infringement on a parody section of my web site. I contacted the EFF, and they stopped them in their tracks.

I have also had false accusations made against me, just to try to shut me down…because I’m a gay activist, and speak out on behalf of LGBT rights on many online venues. They were successful sometimes, in getting me bounced off a forum here and there…even got a website I ran shut down. I’ve also had other hackers take over my OWN white-hat hacking message board, because it was so successful!

Before the Internet took off, I had to deal with “old-school” false claims to police, campuses, you name it. So this is nothing new for me. Just be careful not to be an enabler by carrying out their dirty work for them. Look into the party making a complaint, before you take any action. Know what you’re doing!

——– Original Message ——–

Date: 2021-04-21 02:50
From: Chronic Abuse
To: Zeke Krahlin

Hi Zeke,

We are sorry that the details about the report were not properly explained in the first email that was sent. Recently we have started a new policy where we notify customers about copyright infringement reports. Since this is a new policy, we are still working out the bugs in how we manage the process. We will use your feedback to help improve the process.

We understand that you are saying this message has been sent to you in error, so please disregard it. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Best regards,

Chronic Technical Support

Come join the fastest growing internet provider in America!

To: Chronic Abuse
From: Zeke Krahlin
Date: April 20, 2021 9:05 PM

Here, see these articles (which I meant to include in my previous post):

False copyright claims are more common than you think.

An Example of When Large Companies Abuse Copyright Law

YouTube channels are being held hostage with false copyright claims, but the platform’s hands are tied

BTW Youtube recently took down one of my videos, even though nothing about it was in violation of any of their rules…someone in their ranks just didn’t LIKE what I said in that video, which is now accessible on my Google Drive…same company that owns Youtube, as you know. You are welcome to view it for yourself.

I appealed it, but YT still said no. Their claim was that it contained medical misinformation about COVID-19…which it most certainly did NOT. My criticism was in San Francisco’s mismanagement of the vaccine rollout. And I am a victim of it! If anything, it is the city itself that is responsible for violating vaccine protocol. And complaining about it (as I did in the video) has NOTHING to do with spreading misinformation. Makes me wonder about the level of IQ of some of YT’s employees.

As for my copyright debacle back in 1998, my parody is still up there, thanks to the good people at EFF.

BTW. do you know about the gray area regarding using copyrighted images on one’s website or blog? So long as you are not monetizing your article (or requiring any fee to visit your site, or getting money for your posts in any other way), it is perfectly fine to post anyone else’s image to dress up your writing. But should someone complain (like the actual artist or photographer), may as well remove it, than have a headache. Only ONCE has someone complained, and my web host was freaking out, asked me to please take it down. I did, immediately. However, what was this “controversial” image? Just a tiny photo of a pepper spray canister…the back side of it, to be exact, where the product label does NOT even show! It was a very generic pic. Of all things for someone to gripe about! Furthermore, I am easy to get in touch with, but instead of first contacting me, the accuser went over my head and alarmed my web host!

All my writing I declare public domain right off the bat. It is even an art form in and of itself, to find images on the web that surprisingly fit the theme of each article so well. I startle myself often, every time I search for an image…and one usually shows up on the first page of the results, that is amazingly suited for the present theme. But many people are duped into believing using such coyprighted images (w/o first asking permission) for your own articles or stories is a big no-no…but it is NOT. Under the conditions I just stated above.

Particularly nasty people, organizations or their agents prefer to attack their target by complaining to their Internet provider, rather than the admin. of the web host, blog account, or whatever venue the issue in question is presented. THEY GO FOR THE JUGULAR! And they will use you, or any other ISP worker, to be their free puppet, if they can finagle their way around.

So, in protecting your organization from any possible unscrupulous customer, you must ALSO learn to protect yourself from any possible unscrupulous claimant as well! I would NOT still have my “Gay Bible” website up after all these years, were it not for the Online Policy Group, which provides free web hosting to non-profits and individual LGBT activists like myself. Before I learned about them in 1997, I was booted offa one web host or another every four months or so, due to Christian zealots riding my ass! And my site has NOTHING to do with pornography or any other seamy motive. It is a POLITICAL and SPIRITUAL site for LGBTs anywhere in the world, to give them inspiration and hope.

Now, my Brindlekin Tales WordPress blog and Youtube channel contain many pro-gay perspectives…so I wonder how long it will be before the homophobic vultures start to try and tear it all down? And will Youtube and WordPress have the cojones to defend my writing and videos, or will they cave in? But if the latter, you can bet your life I’ll fight them tooth and nail, with EFF backing me up all the way!

Yours truly,

Zeke Krahlin

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 20, 2021 9:11 PM

> Oh, excellent response!!!

Followed by a SECOND response which I’ve also just bcc’d to you!

From: Chronic Abuse
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: April 20, 2021 10:17 PM

On 2021-04-21 04:48, Chronic Abuse wrote:

> Hi Zeke,
> We appreciate you providing us some background information regarding your experience with copyrights. The links you referenced will be a useful resource for us as we work towards improving our policy regarding copyright infringement. Thank you and have a good night!

Thanks, you too. Long live the memory of Aaron Swartz!

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Chronic Abuse
Date: April 21, 2021 12:22 PM

Remy, one more tidbit about fair use:

“Fair use laws state that copyrighted material may be copied for ‘limited and transformative’ purposes without the permission of the copyright owner. DRM often runs in contradiction to these laws by interfering with the ability for the limited material to be copied or shared. Fair use can be used to comment upon, criticize, or parody a copyrighted work. It is frequently used by journalists and other forms of media.”

From: A Complete Guide to DRM for Beginners

So, this would apply to reviewing a film, book or song. Or research regarding built-in religious (or other) bias against a group of people. Or any other research (such as for historical, comparative or social purposes).

Such use does not, of course, legitimize prolific sharing and/or sales of copies of the material in question. This is a good place to draw the line re. concluding whether or not possessing a copyrighted work w/o permission is legal. Media industries do NOT care to make such a distinction, thus often overstep boundaries of the law through intimidation, threats and false or overhyped accusations.

Nor does anyone doing reviews or research need to be a recognized or licensed “professional” in any field. A perfect example of this are vloggers and bloggers of news issues, that are NOT assigned reporters for any media outlet. I am one such v/blogger, and have been for many years. Of course, governmental authorities are attempting to strip away these free-speech rights, in order to control what information they choose to limit, usually for ulterior motives having to do with power.

Private industry likewise stomps all over citizens’ rights to voice their opinions and report whatever news they want. Because, by being PRIVATE corporations, they are not obliged to respect or hold up the rights of free speech for anyone. Facebook and Youtube are prime examples.

There IS an effective way to halt truly FAKE news, but they use that as an excuse to ban legitimate reportage on issues they don’t like, either because it conflicts with their own political or religious views, or may hurt their profits.

It is good that Chronic has decided to inform any customer of accusation of illegal copyright issues by third parties. But NOT by replicating said party’s draconic label of “ABUSE” or any other disturbing nonsense. Some customers may not even be aware they are breaking a copyright law…and they are not the ones trying to profit from illegal reselling or widespread redistribution. They usually don’t KNOW what their rights are, thus can easily be intimidated and even blacklisted from online services, including Internet providers.

ISPs are in the crossfire, and that is a decidedly DIFFICULT “between a rock and a hard place” position. In deciding how you want to deal with claims of copyright infringement, the EFF (Electronic Frontier Foundation) provides excellent guidance. Chronic’s policy is, I believe, to protect customers, as opposed to obliging the demands of corporate hegemony. If that changes, your company would be no better than the monopoly ISPs.

This is my last post to you on this thread…I just thought it important to mention this fair use issue. Thanks again for your attention; no need to reply.

– Zeke Krahlin
LGBT street activist before the dawn of Futurama

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 21, 2021 1:48 PM

> Aaron, we hardly knew ye…

Yep. Very tragic example of government colluding with the corporation juggernaut. Cyberspace has made us all an open book, including gov’t, no matter how hard it resists. The ONLY sane solution is to inculcate a heretofore unheard-of level of trust among citizens, and between them and those who rule our lives.

In spite of Chronic’s claim to protect their customers from Big Brother, it is clear to me that one should nonetheless use a VPN to guard their privacy and rights therefrom. Even though Chronic claims one doesn’t NEED a VPN at home–due to their supposedly high level of security–they did NOT mention that, without a VPN, your IP number is still easily discovered. Thus can be used by online stalkers to track you down, harass you with false complaints, and other foul attacks. This includes possible abuse by gov’t and corporate entities.

I had become overly confidant in Chronic’s claim of security, and stopped using my VPN about three months ago, which I originally purchased because ALL my online activities were via public wifi, back in the pre-pandemic days. LESSON LEARNED! My VPN is now reactivated for my two laptops, my tablet and my two smartphones.

Considering that my rise to further recognition via Brindlekin Tales will garner me NEW enemies, a VPN has become an utter necessity. Christian zealots are the bane of America…and of the world. Along with Libertarians, who are NOT part of the Jebus cabal (as are Republicans), but EVIL just the same.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Unbelievable how many crises my bodhisattvas have been hurling at THIS poor pilgrim, since November. This shit’s GOTTA slow down, before I’m afraid to step outside! Then again, it looks like even refusing to leave my hovel will NOT in any way stop this ongoing flood of challenges. As so well demonstrated by Chronic’s abusive email! Not to mention my building manager, nasty neighbors, and the elevator crew. What next..the FBI crashing down my door to abscond with my cyber-devices? They should be so lucky. They’ll be worth a FORTUNE on eBay soon enough.

The Brilliant Life and Tragic Death of Aaron Swartz

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