The Final Chapter (part 17)

August 1, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17q]

Subject: What a stupid day!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 22, 2021 5:51 PM

First, the horrible threat from Spike Dewars arrives in the email, then, just a moment ago, I bump into the building manager outside, who told me someone’s complained about the pups again, and that the exterminator wants to treat my room EVERY TWO WEEKS! Triple whammy, and the day’s not over yet.

Re. the dogs’ “noise complaint,” it’s most likely the fellow with the two chihuahuas, whom I rarely see when I’m with the pups. Unfortunately, I saw him twice in the past few weeks, and the doggies barked up a storm the first time, but not so much the second. If Flaco & Lucky meet the chihuahuas several more times, I’m sure they wouldn’t bark anymore. But no, the asshole’s gotta be a drama queen, because prejudiced.

But I didn’t bring that up, I just told Kevin I’m not sure why the complaint, though they do howl when an ambulance or fire engine goes by, but not often, maybe once or twice a month, and only when the sirens linger.

As for the bed bug problem: I can’t possibly live like that, packing everything up every other week, laundering it all, then unpacking it again. It’ll drive me nuts. I’ll have to buy new tarps twice a month, because I’ll have to throw them away before each treatment. That will cost me $50 each month! Plus laundry costs. Or I’ll have to go back to the dirty, wooden floor, which wouldn’t be good for the pooches, let alone my own peace of mind.

At any rate, Kevin seemed rather reluctant to tell me about the complaint, so I doubt it will go anywhere. I’m so sick of nasty people.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: What a stupid day!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 22, 2021 9:22 PM

> The threat from Dewars isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on. Ignore!

No problem. I just don’t appreciate another cycle of hostility to go through…not just from him.

> God, people who complain to the “authorities” oughtta be shot and put in a mass grave. Why can’t the fuckwad complain directly to you? Jeeziz.

He won’t because his hostility is actually against my having a homeless friend. Typical of elitist queers. I already tried talking to him several weeks back, about letting the pups meet…and he just screamed and walked away. All he’s doing is coming up with an excuse to target me, he’d rather try to make me miserable, even if it means the pups’ death. Most people find it hilarious, when the doggies act up; they put on quite a show! But it’s rare now. I can’t stand how some folks in this building set me up to feel fearful every time I exit or enter the building with these two, sweet dogs.

> The extermination business is outrageous. Can you refuse it??

No I can’t. I will be labeled as uncooperative regarding a health hazard for all residents, which can lead to my eviction. Besides, a refusal would require a lawyer’s backing, which seems impossible to get. Kevin DID politely ask if every two weeks is okay by me. I told him prepping for treatment is NEVER something I look forward to, because it’s a big hassle…but it needs to be done, so, yes, go ahead. You know, I always live in such a way as to never draw attention upon myself, but it persistently turns out opposite! The spotlight boldly glares down upon me, in spite of my quiet life.

> Every two weeks for how long? Indefinitely?

I don’t know, but I presume so. Had I an attorney on my side, things would go much better for me, in all these recent crises. But they are not amenable to individual cases that are pro bono, as I’ve since learned. Ya gotta have at least several other residents standing with you, before they’ll consider taking on the case. NO ONE is on my side in this building, because I am not of their bourgeois ilk. I’ve had to suffer ongoing gossip for decades here, and each and every time whoever was manager participated in it, if not outright provoked the enmity.

You’d think they’d have learned their lesson by now, after the recent Myrtle & son debacle…especially since the manager was part of it, and they all eventually collapsed, leaving behind BLATANT evidence of their illegal behavior. Chihuahua man knows nothing about this, so I guess that makes him think I’m a pushover. But I DID expect Kevin to cover for me, seeing as I have the goods on him, so to speak. Not only did I trigger Myrtle’s eviction, but also straightened out the disturbance coming from the Hohokum smoke shop!

Well, he’s doddering now in his old age, and may not last much longer. I see him every day with head bowed and shuffling along like a 90-year-old, though I think he’s around 74. And, as I’ve recently come to realize, all I need do is just walk the peaceful path, don’t answer hostility with same, but stand my ground in a soft-spoken manner, and trust that the Fates are on my side. They’ve never failed me before, so I doubt they will this time around.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: I could kick myself!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 23, 2021 5:03 PM

Don’t know WHY this hadn’t occurred to me before now:

Wave a treat over their noses as we exit and enter the building. They LOVE their duck-jerkey snacks, so this just might be the ticket to get these nasty schmucks off my back. The idea just struck me a moment ago.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: I could kick myself!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 23, 2021 5:51 PM

> So they don’t bark? Great idea!!

I haven’t tried it out yet, but I have a hunch it’ll do the trick. And as more time passes, they’ll get accustomed to encountering other dogs in the hallway…it’s just so infrequent, it’ll take more time. I think it was good ol’ Pterry Pterodactyl who whispered the suggestion in my ear. She always comes to the rescue at the last moment!

It was devastating to dwell upon being ordered to keep the dogs away, my heart was breaking. They would lose their only sanctuary, and my company; and I, theirs. An end to any happiness whatsoever until my death…I’d feel so sad for the doggies. I’d fight till the bitter end if necessary, even unto becoming homeless. But I managed to shove that worst-case scenario to the back of my mind, and relax somewhat…reminding myself to stay kind to my enemies, that SOMEthing would come up to resolve the matter. AND THANK PTERRY IT DID!

Another bodhisattva challenge flung at my feet, and resolved. Remaining calm, and free of worry as best you can, is always key. This juggling between Deek’s provocations and those within my building has been quite a reckless ride! But it looks to have come to an end. I’ve always hated roller coasters, even as a kid. I only got on once, and that was enough. I NEVER BOUGHT A TICKET, I WAS SHOVED ON!

One issue resolved; one more to go. Pterry’s in her Triassic heaven, all’s right with the planet.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: I could kick myself!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 23, 2021 7:27 PM

> I think it’ll work.

Of course it will. And it’s only a few brief moments up or down the stairs. Better yet, when the new elevator is finally running, there’ll be considerably LESS surprise encounters to deal with. Especially from a certain, fucked up drama queen with two chihuahuas. I’m sure he’ll miss the opportunities to go running off to the manager to gripe about me.

> Truly inspired.

Thank you, but I feel pretty dumb for taking so long to come up with the OBVIOUS solution. After all, I’ve already read some online dog sites, one of which said to carry some treats with you, to distract them from barking at other pups. I just didn’t think of it as an indoor thing to do, as well.

> Back in the 70s, I took LSD with my queer (he insisted on that word) friend Michael, he of REQUIEM FOR A PASHA, which I’m pretty sure you’ve read.

Yes, I remember the tale well…and I just took a few moments to read it again. A sweet memorial so colorful and poignantly writ! Your friendship with him shines clearly through. 1990: not really so long ago. That was still my BBS and DOS game era, with my Philly friend Chuck directly over me, two flights up. Gee, I was only 40.

> We went to a big sprawling amusement park In Denver, hot summer night, LSD kicking in, surging crowds, rode the giant creaky dangerous old wooden roller coaster, our screams echoing through the universe, disembarked with faces and legs rubbery with hysteria and adrenaline, rode on the merry-go-round for about an hour to calm ourselves down.

OMG, I got nauseous just reading it! I can’t imagine being on LSD in Denver of all places! Surely you had OTHER adventures while visiting the mile-high city…when you were both MORE than a mile high!

There is a pretty tame roller coaster on the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, less than two blocks from the cottage I rented, while working as a teaching assistant for special needs kids at Aptos High. Every night I’d fall asleep to the distant rattle of the coaster, folks screaming with delight, the thunder of the waves crashing, and seals barking.

Chuck even visited me a few times when I lived there, usually for the weekend, from San Francisco which I had left for three years, to settled in Santa Cruz County. Even my parents visited me then, when they decided to tour a bit of the West Coast. Chuck showed up when they were there; a very nice visit was had by all. I finally got fed up with the social dullness of SC, and returned to SF…and a year later, Chuck got me a room in the same building he occupied, and in which I remain to this day.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: New Mendo listserv has a separate “zeke” category!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 24, 2021 9:56 PM

I just started listening to Marshall’s “Memo of the Weird” latest podcast, when I learned about this new mailing list, hosted at Mendo.org, and that the creator has set up a folder in my name. According to his email to Marshall, it’s because I post so much stuff. Apparently, this new service extracts messages from the MCN announce list. So, whatever you post to the announcement list, also goes to Mendo.org, and vice versa. But you also can set your account to exclude your contributions to Announce.

This Mendo list excludes all fake news, conspiracy crap and hostile comments. So already an improvement, as certain egregious folks have been banned. And I have my own special folder! I imagine when I post TO Mendo.org, it will not be moved to “Zeke,” but stay in whatever category I designated. So I think a good strategy is to post all my original messages (mostly political) to Mendo.org, knowing they’ll also go to MCN. And I’ll just reserve my Announce participation to rebutting the hostile comments directed at me, or those posts spewing anti-vax, conspiracies or right-wing or religious drivel.

I’m sure SOME idiots will be upset over having a whole “Zeke” category at the other service…but most (if not all) of them will be banned, anyway.

Mendo.org archives all posts for five years, which makes it a nice resource. You can even download all of your own messages. It’s really a message board, which I prefer…but so does Mr. Titslaffer. Too bad, because I presume he’s one of the banned damned, as well.

You’ll need to subscribe in order to view anything there, but I’ve attached the categories list, to show you my name right at the bottom (because it starts with Z).

Click here for a larger view.

Subject: PUPS ARE BACK…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 24, 2021 10:15 PM

…and holding the treats over them like fish bait works like a charm! All they wanted were those goodies, didn’t care about rushing up the stairs and into my hovel. But that’s not the final test, as we encountered no one along the way. But I’m confident the duck-jerky snacks will do their trick in those cases, too.

Deek dropped by with the doggies a half hour ago, asked for a $20 advance, and gave me a smartphone and small Bluetooth speaker for recharge. He told me they’ve been having the runs today, in an apologetic tone of voice…but I assured him that’s alright. One or the other has had diarrhea several times before over the past year, and they always let me know when they need to step outside, and give me ample time to put on my shoes, coat, their leashes, etc.

I wished him an excellent night, and off he went to wherever. Didn’t tell me whether he’ll let the dogs stay overnight, or take them back when he returns to pick up his gadgets. For some reason he prefers to keep me guessing. But the pooches are now totally zonked out, they really need this respite…so I’d hate to wake them up and drag them back outside later on tonight.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek “in a hurry” to…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 25, 2021 11:21 AM

… go around the corner, as it turned out. I woke up at 7:30 AM, and the pups remained in their dreamworld as I refreshed my pits with deodorant, brushed my ragged non-pearly off whites, and shaved my face (I never use a mirror to do that, BTW). Looked like the doggies didn’t need to go out yet, but I went ahead and prepared another sack full of dog food, because I was pretty sure Deek would ask for it upon his return. Which he said would be around 8 AM or shortly after, once he got breakfast at a church by Dolores Park, four blocks away.

“They still don’t let you inside,” he said last night, “but you can pick up the food and eat it wherever.”

Eight o’clock rolled around, which is when Rosenberg’s opens, and where I go for coffee. So I shoved six quarters in my pocket, put on my sandals, and reach for a jacket. But the moment I did, the pups suddenly popped out of bed, stretched on the floor and wagged their tails. And that is how I know, “Yep, they need to poopy.”

As we exited my room I showed them the duck treat pieces in my hand, to distract them from any possible encounter where they might bark. But again, there was nobody coming in or out. I gave them their treats anyway, once we stepped outside. Getting them into this habit is good training, anyway.

Good news: their sidewalk “gifts” were firm and otherwise normal…no runniness whatsoever. As I walked them back hovel, I heard someone call to me from a distance. Of course it was Deek; who else could it be, as pretty much no one knows me except for a small cabal of hateful people who would never DREAM of greeting me in any friendly way. He was crossing Market Street catty corner, burdened with a few items, including a coat flung over one shoulder, a small backpack, and a black, oblong Bluetooth speaker the size of a small boombox that looked brand new.

He said he’s in a hurry, just charge these items and he’ll return around noon. So he took the dogs and I returned home. But just when I opened the front gate, I looked back to see him turn the corner and disappear by the back of my building! Once I plugged in the devices he gave me, I checked to see if he really DID park himself nearby. I poked my head out the hallway window and, sure enough, there he was a third-block up, seated against the wall and chatting with another vagrant. And the dogs were lying down right on the hard concrete, dammit! He even had one of those cheap, felt blankets in a paper bag, that the churches give out. But what did he do with it? Dumped it right there on the corner, by the lamppost.

“I could’ve fed Flaco & Lucky first,” I thought, “but now they’re not gonna eat anything for hours!” Well, that’s not quite true, as he also showed up with two very LARGE, thick bones sealed in cellophane. Hopefully they’d enjoy that for the while. So he’s in a hurry for WHAT…to sit around the corner for three hours, then return to pick up his items?

Well, at least these days when he DOES hang out around my building, he remains respectfully quiet for the most part. (And that one time he WAS “noisy,” it wasn’t so bad, and it was daytime.) BTW I gave him some great compliments last night. Told him I’m so amazed by all these good changes in him, it’s almost scary. He asked what do I mean, so I first reminded him what a kind thing he’s done by bringing these pooches into my life. But he’s also growing spiritually in leaps and bounds. Rather than give him any particulars on this (which I knew would put him off, as it might remind him of his previous horrid behavior) I said:

“It’s hard to describe in words, so let me put it this way. I can just sense when someone is going through good changes, and you just shine these days.” His response?

“Thank you, I do try.”

I just stepped out to see if I could take a camera shot of Deek and pups from across the street. But his companion was awake, and I did not want to catch their attention, so put my smartphone back in my pocket and meandered back hovel. Stupidly enough, upon entering the building, Kevin the manager came walking down the stairs. I said good morning, and he responded with:

“What was all that yelling going on for a half hour outside?”

I said, “Huh?”

“It was about an hour ago, and I heard your voice.”

I had nothing to say, as I was confused over the accusation, so just shrugged my shoulders. Then, with a disgusted look on his face, he said, “Oh, never mind,” and exited, with coffee in one hand, and a small shopping bag in the other. But just before he passed through the doors, I replied in a quizzical tone, “Okay?”

I really didn’t know WHAT he was talking about, but realized some seconds later exactly what he was addressing. And that his gripe is bogus.

The thing here is that, yes, I was speaking with Deek, the meetup lasted less than five minutes, and no yelling ensued. (Kevin lives in the turret apartment, two flights up from my quasi-fascist neighbor, Moe Fleisher. And those two are friends, or should I say “partners in crime.”)

I had raised my voice a little, in exasperation over his request to change the songs on his phone. “I can’t do that, Deek, there are hundreds of albums now, and it would be a headache for me to figure out what songs are not on it already!”

It’s very quiet these mornings, thanks to the pandemic, and voices carry in the cool air. But Kevin’s accusation is totally unjustified. There was NO yelling going on. Should everyone just whisper outdoors now, to please his majesty? With all the screeching going on by our building late into the night, by drunks and tweekers, he’s really got his gall!

Kevin is harassing me. But I’ll just continue to wish him well whenever our paths cross, say “hello,” “good morning,” stuff like that. I suspect he’s setting me up for eviction, or some other horrible, fake grievance. It’ll backfire. Here’s what I think is really going on:

My confrontation with Myrtle & son, and Kevin’s own participation in their antagonism towards me, has caused him much animosity against THIS perplexed pilgrim. Too bad for him. I’m dealing with a child here, perhaps someone with progressive dementia. I was thinking of texting him, “We need to talk,” but I figured that would not go over well, as he persists in talking down to me, and never allowing us any REAL conversation.

I still wonder what the heck his collusion with Myrtle & son was REALLY all about…but I suspect he doesn’t want me, or anyone else, to know. He might even be afraid, and see my not keeping to myself regarding stuff that goes on in this building, as a threat to his own scurrilous activities.

But what do I know? I’m just an SRO occupant, and, as you know, single-room residents like myself are supposed to be invisible, since our kind don’t really count in their eyes.

Now, just when I was about to end this missive, Deek called up for his things, and the dog food. I didn’t bother to tell him anything about my difficulties with the manager, and chihuahua man. Seeing as HE is no longer any sort of problem, as well as not a very good listener. Nor do I want to put more stress or worry in his life. He gave me a hearty thanks, I said sure, any time, and have an excellent day. I really hope he does.

Oh: nor did I mention his being “in a hurry” to park himself around the corner was kinda silly. I could’ve fed the dogs then brought them out to him…or even let them rest a few hours more, inside. I think it’s best to leave things be, and just see how they develop. Overall, he’s doing remarkably well these days. Thus, it is NOT the time any more for criticism, as that would be “micro-managing.” And I abhor people who do that.

I just checked again: he is no longer parked behind my building, nor is his momentary comrade…whoever the heck he was, I’ve never seen him before. And that means nothing.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Deek “in a hurry” to…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 25, 2021 1:10 PM

> What a morning!!

I know, okay? And right when Deek showed up this morning, I had some treats in my hand, ready to enter the gate. The pups were MOST eager to receive them, but I held back because for whatever reason, Deek is paranoid about giving them any treats. Poor Flaco kept looking up at me, craving her goody, as I walked the pups over to Deek, and comisserated with him for several minutes. She even stood up with paws on my thigh, sniffing at my coat pocket. I felt terrible, having to ignore her like that. But they DID have those huge bones to gnaw on. Or lick, because tiny jaws…but I have a hunch they didn’t care for them at all. They don’t like ANY snacks that are hard; they only go for the chewy stuff.

BTW, Kevin has yet to schedule me for that next bedbug treatment, as part of the new “every two weeks” plan. He’s actually done something like this before, late last year, that is:

Set up another treatment two or three weeks after the first one, and I said I’ll be ready. But it never happened, and the next “gassing” wasn’t till three months later. I conjecture he’s making some stuff up to try to make me break. Won’t work. Though I ALSO conjecture this is further tweaking of my emotional quotient a la my Bodhisattva Premise. Because it looks like the moment I get myself centered and calm once again, some other nuisance erupts. I can deal with it, though; I’m fine. The fact that Deek has gotten vaccinated, and is behaving so much more reasonable and friendly–and the pups continue their visits–all certainly keep my spirits aloft. Now, a little more about my complimenting him yesterday:

I also told him that I’m a pretty tough guy, but I don’t play it that way…and my physical appearance and gentle demeanor make most think I’m a chump.

“But you know better, Deek,” I noted. “I haven’t exactly gone easy on you. Nor have you gone easy on ME, for that matter!” Of course I left out the part where, had I gone easy on him, he’d stomp all over me, wreck my life and get me evicted, thus become homeless like him!

I added that he DESERVES praise at this time in his life, because he’s doing amazingly well these days. And I have grown mightily, too, thanks to all the challenges he’s tossed my way. At that point, he was eager to leave because, I think, my flattering words heaped upon him so copiously was a bit much for him to take. Or, assuming he IS my bodhisattva guardian, it is only proper to respond to such kudos with humility, and not make a fuss of it.

I therefore can NOT hold enmity towards Kevin and chihuahua man, either…for the same reason. IOW: we have no enemies, only teachers.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: New Mendo listserv has a separate “zeke” category!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 25, 2021 2:06 PM

> Holy cow!! What a development!!

I suspected all along there was a cow behind all this…in light of Mendoland’s rural nature. I’ve certainly made a splash up there! “Memo of the Weird” Marshall not only talked about this new board, but mentioned there’s a special section just for Zeke! I would NOT have known about this at all, had he not brought it up on his latest show. I still listen to every single one of his episodes, via podcast, in spite of his unwarranted antagonism towards me. And it sure has paid off THIS time around, like I hit the jackpot!

This Mendo.org message board is very well laid out, with excellent options. We should have a much better online community, without all those right-wing and conspiracy assholes…especially that Nazi lunatic (and his several admiring followers…even gyork is banned. He’s the one who spread wild gossip about me supposedly making money from my posts, and accused my puppy rescue project of being a scam).

By having my own category, folks are free to read or NOT read anything I post. Turns out that whatever I contribute to the board, goes directly to the “zeke” folder, no matter the topic. And that’s okay by me…it still gets sent to the Announcement list, so long as I don’t turn off that feature. There seems to be no automatic sorting by category, however. So I guess the administrator does it all by hand. Which takes a bit of concentrated work, I’d say.

My way of saying thank you to Mendo.org, was to post the following message, my very first:

Subject: God Only Knows – BBC Music
From: ezekielk
Date: Sun July 25 2021 2:54 AM

One of the loveliest songs by the Beach Boys, in a special rendering by the BBC. Let this sweet song remind us all that things of this world will reach a crescendo of seemingly insurmountable and disastrous odds before the clouds break up and the sun shines through. (Or the sunlight fades and the dark clouds come tumbling down, for us stormy weather lovers.) We’re almost there, just a few more steps!


Subject: Marshall read an excerpt from my latest tale!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 25, 2021 7:21 PM

Listening a fifth hour in to his podcast from last Friday night’s show, I was delighted to hear him read this excerpt I call “The Box & The Fluff.” So he’ll read excerpts I post to the Announce list, and that’s how I grab his interest for now on. I’ll just have to remember to make each one juicy, with a reading time of 4-5 minutes. No more just a paragraph or two (or three or four) whenever I announce my latest chapter!

I guess I could just post excerpts from my earlier tales once a week, between new chapter announcements. That way, Marshall’s Brindlekin narrations will accumulate into a tasty repast for the Youtube crowd. And I’ll also post links to them via my WordPress blog’s KNYO section.

BTW, I lost another “Zeke’s Mailing List” member, Millie Lasser. I know her through her homeless son I befriended over a decade ago. Her email’s bounced back twice, so far. My list never took off, though…at the most there were only four: you, Carlyle Lambourne, Chuck Kapinski and Millie. I dropped you from it, once I joined the MCN lists, ’cause you’d get the same stuff I post there, that I include on my own mailing list. So now I’m down to just ONE! But then a NEW “zeke” list has cropped up, thanks to Mendo.org…and it COULD turn into something interesting.


Subject: Doggy Dining with the Stars IV
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 27, 2021 6:52 PM

I just uploaded this video, which I took while feeding the pups a short while ago (4 mins.):

Watch Flaco & Lucky enjoy a hearty meal while an old ’30s, ’40s or ’50s movie plays in the background. Today I bring you “Woman on the Run,” a 1950 noir film directed by Norman Foster. Starring Ann Sheridan, Ross Elliot, Dennis O’Keefe, John Qualen, Frank Jenks and Robert Keith. Distributed by Fidelity Pictures Corporation, whoever the heck THEY were.

I love the gentle absurdity of playing an old, noir movie in the background while filming the pups noshing away.

Deek showed up around 5:40. I gave him a full $60 even though I already advanced him $20 three days prior. Told him that’s it for the month, no more money for a week, my budget’s really tight till then. Again, he said he’s in a hurry, and obviously the pups were, as well…to dash upstairs to their little sanctuary. As I turned to go, Deek hollered out: “Hey, look at this!” So I turned around halfway to the gate to see a HUGE speaker on a dolly, tethered to his latest bicycle.

“It’s just as big as the last one!” he declared with excitement.

“Wow,” I replied, “somethin’ else!” But then rushed to open the gate because I saw Kevin fast approaching, carrying a small duffel bag with those thick, round leather handles. “What the heck is in THAT,” I wondered, as I hurriedly fumbled with the keys in the same hand I clutched a Bluetooth speaker, while holding both leashes with the other hand, which was also prodding my right pocket for a couple of duck jerky treats. Deek hopped onto his bicycle, said “Thank you Zeke,” and I called back, “Thank you, too!”

And up the stairs we dashed, the doggies arf-arf-arfing with joy, all the way hovel.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Texting with Wattson – 7/28/21

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Video


Subject: And off they go!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 29, 2021 11:41 AM

Well, Wattson, another sweet Canis familiaris visit has come to an end. When I brought the doggies down to him this morning, he apologized for not showing up yesterday. Something about things may or may not be working out with “my girl,” how she either can’t or doesn’t want the pups over…not sure which, as he didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t prod. (My immediate thought was: “How could anyone NOT love those pooches? Maybe he should drop her.”) But I assured him:

“That’s fine, you know I always take good care of them, you never need to worry.”

He had a bike with a huge garbage sack bursting with recyclables tottering over the handlebars, and a trailer to lug that ginormous speaker. The moment he thanked me and said god bless you, the bag slid open and spilled cans and bottles all over the sidewalk. The dogs stood around, patiently watching him clean up the mess, as I blessed him back and told Flaco & Lucky “stay with your master now!” They understood, and neither attempted to follow me back to the gate. Though of course their loving eyes watched me until I vanished.

I was pleased with not just how calm the doggies were, but Deek, too. Not a single flash of anger when the bag disgorged its contents. He simply began putting the escaped items back into their bag, as I left them to their concrete jumble world once again, wishing them only the best.

It was a colorful, O. Henry-esque scene I wish I had bothered to record with my spy pen. However, once returned hovel, I caught two brief scenes of them departing, as I aimed my Moto E out the window. Nervous about him possibly looking up and seeing me film them, both shots were quite brief. But I stuck them together, and uploaded the result here (22 seconds):

As for continuing my test of using treats to distract them from foot traffic up and down the stairs, it has passed with flying colors twice so far: once, yesterday, and once, this morning. The first time, not a peep out of them…the second time, a couple of woofs but no more. I have yet to encounter someone with their own pet, but I think it’s all under control now.

Though it’s been pretty much of a non-issue all along, I have to deal with a few mofos residing here, including the manager. They are anti-happiness personified! They seem to have their panties up in a bunch that I DARE sit for two homeless doggies…emphasis on “homeless.” What do they think I’m planning to do, run a street dog service? I can’t imagine the horrible things being said about me through the toxic grapevine! A little kindness goes a long way, but Glaucus forbid they should ever show any of THAT.

Whatever happened to the San Francisco I once loved, and was so accepting of eccentric folks like yours truly? It’s gone the way of the REST of America, culminating with our Demon President Trump. Hopefully, this surging Delta Strain will wipe out a large sum of them. But I’m not holding my breath; just wearing a mask again. What an appropriate symbol for this vile, corrupt nation: a mask!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: And off they go!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 29, 2021 12:55 PM

> So glad you got extra time with them.

Always wonderful when that happens. The pups LOVE visiting me…all that cushy comfort where they know they are safe, loved, and in a peaceful, quiet setting. Their trust in me is absolute.

Woke up this morning around 7:05 AM with my left foot being anointed. Flaco was licking my heel, then moved on to the rest of my foot, doing such a prolonged, thorough job of it, including getting between the toes! Sometimes she’d grip a toe or two lightly with her sharp little teeth, for a deeper clean. While performing this sacred ritual, I pulled Lucky close to me…he sighed dreamily as I held his buff little bod between my arms.

Several minutes later, and to my surprise, she then moved on to the OTHER foot! I consider the word “anoint” preferable to “lick,” in light of my spiritual awakening to the divine spirit of the dog. And, just as the early Christians washed each other’s feet to show humility and respect for the divine in each of us, so did Flaco, the dachshund/terrier pilgrim, on our shared journey.

> I looked closely at the video, I see he has the two of them leashed together. They seem to be trotting along, just following him, but it didn’t look as though there was a lead connected to him and his bicycle…maybe there was and I just couldn’t see it. How does this rig work??

While tethered to each other, they’re otherwise off-leash. The pups have become very good at keeping to the sidewalk, and close to their master. Deek’s joining the two leashes together is a rather new thing, which he began around four months back. He fashioned the knot so well, it’s difficult for me to unravel (so I don’t bother). Which makes walking them a bit of a chore, since they often switch from one side to the other, and I have to either quickly step over the extended leash, or just drop it to the ground, step back and pick it up again. Which happens every couple of minutes or so, on each walk.

Also, with these leashes joined, I can no longer tether them to the sign post outside Morey’s corner store. At least, not in the usual manner. I have to bring a separate cord or one of the spare collars, as a workaround. Speaking of knots:

A few weeks ago I laughed at myself when I thought of what an excellent knot he used to link the pups’ leashes, recalling my discussion about knots earlier this year. I had handed him a new sack of kibble, after tying a double knot sideways instead of vertically.

“Why did you tie it like that?” he queried with a touch of annoyance.

“Because while this knot is still strong and keeps food fresh, it’s easy to untie. That way you can open and close it with little fuss.”

“Hmm,” he skeptically mused. So I elaborated:

“I know my knots, Deek. Thanks to the Boy Scouts.” Not bothering to tell him I never made it beyond Tenderfoot by the time I finally dropped out when I turned seventeen. (My right-wing, military-college-educated, Trumpturd brother had become an Eagle Scout by the time he reached that same age.) And this particular knot I didn’t learn about till many years later. IOW: mine was a hollow brag.

So after dealing with this new leash arrangement, I finally realized that’s a damn righteous knot he’s got there! Perhaps, I conjectured, in his own, unique bodhisattva style, it is his way of saying:

“See? I know knots too, Zeke!”

And he set up the joke so that it wouldn’t hit me till some weeks later.

Does that answer your question, good physician? You often ask most difficult ones without even realizing it. Or do you?

Next time the pooches visit, I will be sure to take a snapshot of Deek’s fabulous knot, and send it to you.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: This Month’s Outrageous Xfinity Bill.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 30, 2021 5:58 PM

Read it and weep.

Click here for a larger view.

Re: This Month’s Outrageous Xfinity Bill.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 12:42 AM

> Haw!

It’s highway robbery…in reverse.

The pups are back. Deek showed up just after midnight, wanted to leave them with me so he could do his night riding with a large speaker in tow. Fine with me. Now, back to watching another episode or two of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, then it’s time to hit the sack. Flaco’s stretched out in the box, and Lucky’s curled up at my feet. He loves his neck scratches BTW, often pushes his head against my leg for more.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Adisa and Punk Friends Robbed Morey’s Shop This Afternoon!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 4:51 PM

Also, Morey’s brother was jumped, but he managed to defend himself quite well and shove off the attack, and even took a video of them further down the block. Here’s how I found out about it:

Around 2:30 PM I walked the pups up Noe Street, and noticed a commotion happening a block-and-a-half up. Saw four black teenagers, and I automatically assumed Adisa was among them, though I could not tell, visually, as I quickly scooted to the other side of the street and stood for a minute, hidden by a couple of leafy trees. Could not hear what they were saying, but tone of voices indicated intimidation and threats. There was a fellow standing by the door who looked like Morey, but I later learned that’s his brother. He was holding up his smartphone to take a video of the punks who stood further down the block, hollering back.

I then continued my walk, looking left to see if I could spot Adisa. Yep, he was definitely one of ’em, and I think he saw me, too. Anyway, I moved swiftly on and rounded the corner to get to my bank’s branch and withdraw $40. I figured not to intervene in the fracas, due to the pups’ presence, deciding instead to visit Morey’s shop upon my return, assuming the confrontation would have ended by then. It had, and there were three cops taking stock of the situation; their car was parked nearby.

Morey was not there, though his brother was…along with another clerk by name of Jack: a tall, Lebanese fellow of advanced years. Very nice man, as is his wife. They filled me in with what happened and, since Morey already knows my difficulties with Adisa and his mom (AND the building manager), I let him fill Jack in with my side of the equation.

I then offered to send them a link to my video of Adisa harassing me, via texting or email. Jack gave me his cell phone number, and some minutes later upon arriving hovel, I sent him that link, plus a copy of my complaint to Ablablah Realty, which includes their full names and other useful details.

Fortunately, I did not cross paths with the delinquents on my way home, though I feared I might, ’cause that’s the direction they headed off to, after the altercation. God forbid they should ever enter my building again! Which is quite possible, since easy to do. In fact, the front gate was held ajar for a couple of hours today, as a resident was moving out with a U-Haul truck parked nearby. AROUND THE SAME TIME Adisa et al were harassing Morey’s friends and strolling the neighborhood.

Not knowing what kind of association our building manager Kevin may still have with Myrtle & son, I’m hesitant to inform him of this horrid event. I could text him a brief alert and be done with it. At any rate, I’m keeping my eyes peeled for Adisa, and the moment I see him again, will call 911.

Can you believe this, Wattson? Why is my life so frequently filled with crisis after crisis on a most local level? This is out of the ordinary. Hmm, I think I’ll march back to Morey’s corner store right now, to see if they got my video and letter, and whether or not the punks showed up again. Jack said they threatened to. As far as I know, no weapon was involved. And hopefully, that will never come to pass. Where is Myrtle in all this?

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Okay, I just texted Kevin this: “Adisa and punk friends robbed Morey’s shop this afternoon, and jumped his brother. You may want to talk to them, yourself, for the record.”


Subject: Adisa and Punk Friends Robbed Morey’s Shop This Afternoon! UPDATE
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 7:05 PM

FOOT IN MOUTH!

I have yet to receive acknowledgment from Jack that he got my texted video and letter. But I thought I did, when someone texted back “Jesus!” about a half hour ago. Foolish me, I had not noticed the reply was from Kevin, not Jack. I was so eager to hear back from Morey’s coworker, that I jumped the gate. With the following sorry result:

Maybe it’s for the best, could smooth things over, as Kevin now sees I speak reasonably of him, regardless of my justified outrages against the prick. That is: I don’t gossip or spread hate. Be that as it may, I’m still waiting on Jack’s ACK. I decided NOT to walk back there so soon to get updated, as I’m afraid I might come off as a wannabe private investigator, treating their crisis like some kind of staged adventure (though I suspect it IS just that).

However, should I NOT hear from him by 7:30, THEN I’ll pay a visit, as it’s also a good time to walk the pups again. Morey’s shop closes nightly at eight.

Well, the doggies are STILL with me (hurray!), and I remembered to take a pic of Deek’s “super knot” that joins the leashes like they were fused together. Actually, two pics to show both sides.

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Re: Adisa and Punk Friends Robbed Morey’s Shop This Afternoon!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 8:38 PM

> Be careful!!!

In light of my very low income and limited resources, no real friends nearby, easy access to this building, the manager’s (and at least two other residents’) hostility, Deek’s frighteningly incautious behavior at times, and caring for the pups against all odds…there’s little I can do as regards being careful. I’m absurdly vulnerable, and that’s just the way it is. Besides, I’ve always been careful all my life, as best to my abilities…this is nothing new.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Adisa and Punk Friends Robbed Morey’s Shop This Afternoon! UPDATE
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 31, 2021 8:38 PM

> Oh, drat! A further complication!!

But wait, there’s more:

As I stepped out to check on Morey’s shop, I almost fell down the stairs and broke my pinky! Deek’s damn tethered leashes got caught up in my right ankle at just the moment I released the pups to go dashing down the stairs and into the lobby. Which made me fall on my keister while clutching for stability on the banister in such a way as to come close to snapping my little finger off its socket. Fortunately, I was spared, got up and started to open the doors to let the doggies out.

But they were staring back at someone coming down the steps and were about to bark up a storm. I managed to quell that with a treat held above their noses, but they resisted my nudging them to get through the gate before that person reached the lobby. I succeeded at the very last second when lo and behold, up comes a huge pit bull leashed (thank god) to its owner, and all three dogs started barking. Forcing me just to stand there until they passed, because a small crowd approaching from the left obstructed my egress. Which meant that I was probably blocking the tenant who by now wanted to step out, too.

I glanced back to discover he was NOT right behind me…then, finally, stepped further out on the sidewalk, urging the pooches to come this way, never mind the big dog looking back at them. Fifteen more steps or so, I turned around to see if that resident had exited yet, but no, he had not. I guess he just came downstairs to check the mail or pick up one or more of several packages dumped off by this or that delivery service.

We were almost at the corner when some skinny-and-tall-as-Ichobod-Crane tweeker who had just crossed the street stepped onto the curb and snarled:

“Hey, what are you doing with Deek’s dogs?”

The last thing I ever want with these types is discuss ANYthing with them, let alone have them in my presence. But some get in your face no matter what, so I bit my tongue and replied:

“I’m watching them for him, so he can go ride his bike.”

“Oh,” he said, still with suspicion written all over his meth-saturated aura.

“Deek and I have been friends for more than ten years,” I qualified, only to appease the goon. But he pushed further:

“What is your name?”

“Zeke.” I was so impatient at this point, I almost exploded in a fury of expletives.

“I think I’ve heard of you,” he mused aloud. “Well, I was just looking out for Deek.”

“That’s nice of you,” I quipped.

“No, it’s not nice,” he asserted, “it’s responsible.”

At that point I really had enough, so turned away, desperate to distance myself tout de suite from this gritty pissant. Soon as the light turned green, I did.

This is what it’s like stepping out with Flaco & Lucky sometimes: a long, drawn out drama with threatening bit actors emerging from the wings! Earlier that morning, I held the dogs back in the lobby, because some homeless lady had just stopped with her baggage RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE GATE, and started begging! She wasn’t there a moment ago, just popped out of the blue one second before I grabbed the door handle. To the brindlekin’s credit, no barking ensued as they patiently stood by my side.

Much to my relief, she lingered no more than two minutes, and no other resident came downstairs during that time. This is the tense situation I’m in, due in no small measure to the manager’s hostility, chihuahua man and, of course, my quasi-fascist neighbor Moe. What other pin-headed doink who resides here may be in the mix? I have no idea. But I’m sure I’ll find out one way or another; gossip spreads like the Delta strain around here. Speaking of pin-heads:

There IS a new occupant who bears a remarkable resemblance to Myrtle Haversak (Adisa’s mom): 5-foot-4, petite, pale, straw-color bowl-cut hair, and often seen stepping out to jog in black spandex yoga pants and a gray pullover. Also, not a single ray of a smile ever beams from that blank-eyed countenance of hers. I’ve said hi to her now and then, and she barely acknowledges.

I came upstairs with the pups a few nights back, and there was Myrtle ver. 2.0 standing on my floor, waiting for us to pass. As we did, Flaco barked twice, but I quickly stifled that with the lure of a treat. The lady was stoic, couldn’t tell whether annoyed or pleased. God forbid she would ever say, “Cute dogs!” I know nothing about her, except she moved in about two months ago, and lives on either the third or fourth floor. But I suspect she’s just another “Nombie” (Nazi zombie). Will she go crying to the manager about “those awful dogs” barking at her? I would NOT be surprised.

Well, after all that drama simply for stepping outside, I finally arrived at the corner store. Morey was the only one there. I was saddened to hear that the cops did nothing, not even tracked them down to have a serious talk with them. Jack returned home because the old fellow’s nerves were completely shot. He suffered a stroke three years ago, and was gone for almost seven months; I thought I’d never see him again, that it was all over for him. But as it turned out, he bounced back into glowing health and cheerful spirit…he even looks HEARTIER than before!

But this assault on their shop may wind up being his demise! How can he ever show up again, and not be in constant fear of these punks making further appearances? In light of the SFPD’s failure to take any action against these reprobates, they’ll know they can get away with their crimes. They could even terrorize the entire neighborhood before any legal force comes into play!

And why the fuck is Adisa continuing to be an unwelcome presence? Where does he live now, which school does he attend, is it nearby? Morey said there’s no point in my calling 911 when I see the skunk again, as Jack has not even decided whether or not to press charges, because he fears retaliation. Which is quite possible, as they know they can get away with even more harassment. So the police will do NOTHING as it now stands. They told Morey to call 911 if they show up again. Gee, what a washed out piece of advice. And frightening.

Likewise (Morey elaborated) would posting warning notices with their mugs exposed lead to justice, and may cause further attacks upon their little shop. It could even go out of business over this hellish scenario. What a dark shadow has been cast upon this loveliest corner of The Castro…my only relatively-safe haven in the entire district.

Until now.

Who would ever have imagined, good physician, that 9666 Market Street would give birth to such a demonic manifestation? Time for another deep consultation with my loyal advisor in all things mysterious, Pterry Pterodactyl!

Upon returning hovel with the pups, someone came right up behind me and held the door open: another resident. The dogs started to bark, though not so vociferously, and I was able to quiet them down quickly, with my snack trick. Once he ascended the stairs to the second floor, I attempted to follow, but another resident came prancing DOWN and into the lobby.

Again, the pups barked, and again I squelched it. He chuckled, didn’t seem upset at all. In fact, he was pretty nice. Though I don’t really know if that’s any guarantee he won’t complain to the manager, anyway. Some of these nasty queens will smile as they stab you in the back. I would like very much for all this bullshit to end!

– Zeke K-Holmes


The Final Chapter (part 15)

July 10, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17o]

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thanks to all…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2021 9:56 AM

On Sat, 26 Jun 2021 12:35 My Dear Wattson posted:

> …who responded with such generosity last month to the rent plight of a new widow. I believe I contacted each of you individually, but if I missed anyone, please consider yourself lavishly thanked!

I have also benefited immensely from the kind and generous donations from certain announce listers, for my rescue-2-homeless-doggies project. Which has triggered a profound change for the better in my life (regarding the pups’ well-being), and for which I will be eternally grateful. These compassionate donors have been honored and remembered in my Brindlekin Tales trilogy, though of course I’ve changed their names to fictional ones.


Re: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 1:51 PM

> Oh, Gawd. So rude and disgusting. And you, a vegetarian, having to smell the odor of cooking flesh. Ugh!

And to think San Franshitsco was once a leader in the vegetarian movement. Now, it’s just like everywhere else in America: meat-eaters constantly mocking us. My window sucks in the cooking odor like a vacuum. The grill’s location also attracts even MORE folks around my building…thus, more noise and being forced to hear their pointless babble and insane screeches. I HATE being surrounded by fools…and the fact that, even when home, I’m still subjected to this. My sanctuary is of minimal solace.

So far, I haven’t had to take the pups out for a walk while the crowds were gathered thick as thieves. I always worry about some crazy meth head popping up out of the blue the moment I exit. It’s already happened several times, even during daylight hours. At such moments I’m like a captive prisoner with the dogs’ safety at risk.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Incorporating part of our chat in my latest chapter.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 3:27 PM

Took a lot of work and thinking things through re. how to incorporate a texting conversation into my tales, when it includes images, a video and voice recordings! Wattson, I believe you’ll be duly impressed by how I’ve so aptly applied my deductive skills to this uniquely 21st century challenge, for which I believe even our nemesis Professor Morgueiarty himself would be flummoxed, had he and his 4-score-and-20 DNA copies not been banished from our lovely cyber-dimension Level 188, Planet Earth version 32.014. So do read on:

WordPress doesn’t allow you to include embedded links within an image (well it does if  you’re a paying member and  use the appropriate plugin). So that’s out, though it would be the most intuitive and user friendly approach. I certainly would’ve preferred to do that, since mapping an image allows you to include as many embedments as you like.

For viewers could then click on any link within the chat image, so a larger pic would show, or a video play. My solution was to add a list of media links BELOW the image-capture of the chat session itself. Except for the voice recordings, since I can’t find a way to extract them from the chat, so I just typed them out. I had to take four screenshots to save the chat in its full length, then stitch them back together with a simple paint program.

I also changed your image icon to something other than your noble visage, seeing as exactly WHO “My Dear Wattson” is, is a bit of a secret which I’d like to keep for the entire trilogy. So, in a spare moment I invite you to see how I worked out all the kinks, to present a facile solution when image mapping is verboten. Once the page loads, jump down to “chat session” and you’ll be good to go.

I think including the occasional texting dialog within my tales is a nice touch, that keeps things modern, as well as artful. (Or should I say “ARF-ful?”) The high tech version of “belles lettres.”

I’ve also suffered behind-the-scenes glitches trying to get this chapter out. First, my gay-bible.org site went down for nine, frustrating days. Which site I rely on for my image links (and the occasional video). I thought maybe Online Policy Group that hosts my website neglected to renew my domain name…but I checked to discover they hadn’t. Turns out that their web hosting servers were down, but they’re now back up as of yesterday.

Then, these past four days, WordPress’s home page from where I log in has gone bonkers, with no admission of any problem on their part. It was mostly text, missing images and a mess overall. I could still click on the login link, but once the dashboard loads, it’s missing the left-side bar, which includes all my menu options, including those to edit or create posts! So yesterday I described my problem on Reddit:

But they were (willfully) clueless, suggesting it’s all my own fault, and that their Reddit sub is focused on paying members, rather than us lowly freeloaders. For they are the ORGs, the privileged group, whereas I am but a useless-eater COM.

Nonetheless, I found a workaround (awkward and kludgy, but doable), whereby I can resume working on my latest chapter, and hopefully, start the next.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thanks to all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 3:40 PM

> A couple of these people blew my mind with their generosity. I have enough left over to cover half her rent for July.

Fantastic.

> I have to figure out what to do for her in the future; she’s stubborn and has a crazy streak, but I CANNOT just let her slide into ruin and homelessness.

The sad thing is you may have no choice in the long run. Same with Deek, when it comes to saving the pups from a possible, horrid fate. Very sorry to hear she is SUCH a difficult person. That is just not right, after all the sacrifices you’ve already made.


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thanks to all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 3:56 PM

> Like you, I see it as a challenge. She can’t help being crazy. I’m mainly doing it for my poor Van. He fretted so much about what would happen to her if he died. And then he did….

I understand perfectly. Soldier on, Wattson, there is no room for doubt, or dwelling on worst-case scenarios. I hope my extraordinary tales grant you uplift and solace through this trial.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 4:02 PM

> Insane chattering chimps.

They fling poo with their words.


Re: 5 reasons to wear a mask even after you’re vaccinated
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Chuck Kapinski
Date: June 27, 2021 7:46 PM

On Sunday, June 27th, 2021 at 7:42 PM, Chuck Kapinski wrote:

> I flatly refuse to wear a stupid mask. As do most of my friends in the bars. Many of us, me included, are holdouts NOT getting the toxic vaccine. The car has been in the shop for a week and it will take that long to catch up on my e-mails, videos, etc.

VERY sorry to hear you talk like that, Chuck. You took a wrong detour some time after returning to your home town. Peer pressure from old high school friends to turn towards the extreme right, along with getting caught up in conspiracy psychobabble, seems to be what happened. I was trying to avoid this outcome, but unless you have a change of heart, I am cutting off any further contact with you. You know how to reach me, if that happy change should ever occur. Bad enough I had to drive my brother out of my life for good, but then here you come, acting just as foolish. I’m sure Carl Betza is turning over in his grave right now…wherever that might be.

There is a WORSE strain of the virus coming down the pike, and you and all your misdirected friends are highly susceptible to both contracting it, and spreading it. That makes all of you angels of death. Same goes for my pathetic brother. My homeless friend, Deek (who brought those lovely pups to me, and changed my world) finally got the shots, after months of talking conspiracy shit about it. He even showed me his vaccine card, which I laminated and took a picture of, to save permanently on my laptop and backup services. I’m very proud of him. You, however, are a tragic disappointment. Talk about “friends in bars:” alcoholics almost always make poor life decisions. Drive safely! Though the direction you’re headed in looks to be a dead end with no way to back up or turn around.


Subject: “Moriarty” now “Morgueiarty”
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 10:02 PM

I’ve brought up Professor Moriarty more than once in my missives, including one I posted to you this very day, good physician. But just a moment ago, I realized I wasn’t being consistent with changing character names in a subtle but satirical manner. As I’ve already done with “Krahlin-Holmes” (or “K-Holmes”), “Dr. Wattson” and “Mrs. Hudnut.” So I deliberated for a short while on what Moriarty’s convoluted makeover ought to be, and finally deduced the obvious: “Morgueiarty.”

By good fortune (thank Her Royal Majesty Queen Victoria’s specter), a quick search through my WordPress site came up with only TWO chapters wherein the name “Moriarty” is present, thus far. That would be “Letter to the Landlord (part 1)” and “Letter to the Landlord (part 2)”…a bemusing coincidence I might note, as regards the matching titles, but for one digit. It was therefore a painless update, took barely four minutes to accomplish, even with WordPress’s currently cumbersome interface faux pas.

Seeing as these characters are a premonition of my future novel, “Friendly Ghost Detective Agency”–destined to be a rollicking sci-fi spoof of the Sherlock Holmes canon–it’s best to set up whatever Doyle-ian names mentioned in my present tales, with their debased equivalent.

All in a day’s work, Wattson!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Thanks to all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 27, 2021 11:52 PM

> They are, in fact, an inspiration.

The best is yet to come…and soon.


Subject: One of the Hohokum Punks Just Threatened Me
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 28, 2021 11:41 PM

Strange night overall. Electricity kept going out for a second, around every 10 minutes, starting around 9 PM. So my Xfinity gateway had to reboot itself, and that took around four minutes. I checked the hallway to discover the emergency lights were on for my hall, but not for the two connecting ones. After the fourth time that happened, I stepped back out into the hallway to notice that the utility room at the landing below was open.

I overheard the manager say to someone else who was down there with him, that the circuit breaker is screwed up. So now I knew they were turning the circuit on and off, that leads to my room and several other units. So I stepped back inside, to just grin and bear it. Then the Hohokum creeps started shooting off Roman candles below my window. I first heard a few loud pops one after the other, so stepped to my window with smartphone in hand, in order to record it for possible evidence against them.

That’s when I learned it wasn’t just firecrackers, but Roman candles…because I watched one go off by the parking sign, where they had rigged a small platform. Then I saw another shoot way up into the air and seconds later saw what I thought was a shower of sparks come raining down. “They could start a fire on our roof!” I thought.

Then, the punk who ignited the candles glared up at me; the skinny one who’s always yapping his brains out, there on the sidewalk till late into the night. I looked right back at him, and he finally blurted out that I threw water on him, and he’s gonna shoot those fireworks right at my window. I hollered back:

“That wasn’t me, it came from up there!” and pointed skyward. Two of his other fucked up friends were also grimacing at me.

Well, I stepped away and decided to call the manager. His voicemail picked up my complaint. I described what just happened. that they’re out of control, I was just threatened, and to PLEASE talk to them…I really DON’T want to get the police involved and go through yet more harassment, after all the crap I’ve been through in this building already.

After I hung up I decided to see if he was still putzing around downstairs, and sure enough he was. And PLAYING BACK on his speaker, the grievance I had just sent him! I was thinking of descending the stairs to talk face to face, but decided against that, and returned to my room.

So a new threat against me has arisen, also close to home. I’m worried not just about my own safety, but more for that of the doggies. What’s it gonna be like now, whenever I come and go with them? Are these punks gonna target me? Is the building manager even gonna bother to speak with them?

Attached is a screenshot of this evening’s phone history. I called him twice, because the first time I forgot to say what KIND of fireworks they had set off tonight. I didn’t want him to think they were just firecrackers. Unfortunately, I missed taking a video because I didn’t want the punks to see me aiming a smartphone in their direction.

So on my second call I told him they were Roman candles which sparks could ignite our building. He already knew about the water splashing down, and the accusation against me.

My initial call was at 10:07 PM. Then came a missed call at 10:12. My phone never rang, so can’t figure out the problem. No message was left. My second call was at 10:36, followed by “declined” two minutes later. So he’s blocked me?

Well, tomorrow’s another day, and I’ll find out soon enough what the manager has to say about this, as I won’t back off. And if any further hassles will be forthcoming from the smoke shop goons. The manager KNOWS I’d have no qualms about bringing my complaint to Ablahblah, if he doesn’t straighten things out. Because I’ve ALREADY DONE THAT over the “Myrtle & Son” fiasco, which made HIM look bad. So I’m hoping that incident will spur him on, to get the Hohokum scum to simmer down.

Now I have NO privacy, simply due to my committing the ultimate sin of looking out my window! I’m a sitting duck, a target of hostility by the punks below, for, I guess, as long as they continue to work there. Will this mean I can no longer have the pups visit, for their own safety?

And why do I keep getting harassed over and over again, from unexpected sources, though I’m minding my own business? Looks like I’ll be wearing my spypen all the time again, for awhile! But I don’t have a working printer any more, to mail a complaint to Ablablah Realty, should I deem that necessary. I have their email and phone number, but those options may not have the desired impact, compared to a certified letter.

Can you imagine? This punk getting outraged over a little water splashed on him, for illegally shooting off fireworks, that are also a FIRE HAZARD?

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Re: One of the Hohokum Punks Just Threatened Me
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 29, 2021 1:46 PM

> Those rotten punks. They live for stupid, primitive conflict, enjoy every minute of it. Not happy unless they’re stirring up shit. It gives meaning and purpose to their stupid little lives.

Couldn’t agree with you more.

> And shame on Kevin for sidestepping.

Turns out he didn’t. His voicemail came through, I just had some difficulty accessing it. I had to first inactivate wifi, then activate mobile data. Which doesn’t make sense, but there you have it. Two voicemails:

1: He suggested I report the incident to the police.

2: He asked me to write a letter of complaint and bring it to him.

I had already called the SFPD before listening to his voicemail. They said I need to phone them when it’s happening. So I’ll do just that for now on.

> Do you have any idea who threw water on them?

Nope. Whomever it was, kept silent. But it HAD to come from someone living directly above me, on the 3rd or 4th floor, or perhaps the apartment window next over from mine, or the two just above.

> Obviously, you’re not the only one being disturbed by their obnoxious shenanigans.

Yes, though I shouldn’t be the only one reporting this to the manager. But he can now check things out by asking the five suspect residents “did you toss that water,” and if they’ve been disturbed by the Hohokum employees at any time previously. IOW: the H20 dump actually works in my favor.

So let’s see how things go from here. Hopefully, it will be nipped in the bud. Though ANY complaint brought to their attention, including a police visit, will likely inspire them to scapegoat me further.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Here’s a copy of my complaint:

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Subject: Pups were over for a few hours last night.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 1, 2021 12:44 PM

[But first, allow me to update you regarding the Hohokum tobacco, weed (and Aphaea only knows what OTHER drugs they sell in secret) and paraphernalia shop, Wattson. Peaceful and hassle-free last night, not a squeak out of them, no gathering out front, no raucous behavior. I have NO details on how this came about, but DO hope it remains that way.]

Deek dropped by around 9 PM, offered me the dogs, then changed his mind, then offered them back. I didn’t even bother to ask, just was friendly and ready to accept whatever he decides. Before I left with the doggies, he reprimanded:

“They’re not for you to keep, they’re just to enjoy their visits. Remember that.”

“Oh c’mon, you don’t need to tell me that!” I replied as the pups patiently sat by my feet, though I knew they were DYING to get indoors.

“Yes I do,” he pressed, describing how his street friends tell him he’s a fool for trusting me, that he should be able to take care of the dogs all on his own, blah blah blah. And for emphasis, he added:

“They’ll kill me if they think I gave ’em away!”

“They sound like horrible people,” I retorted (rather than accusing him of making this all up, which I’m sure he did…his drama is tiresome). “Just tell them I’m a good friend, an old lonely fellow who gains much happiness having your pooches over. And they’re little dogs who shouldn’t be out in the cold, damp weather all the time, so you appreciate my providing sanctuary for them.”

“I already have,” he affirmed.

I shrugged my shoulders: “They should say how lucky you are to have a friend with a roof over his head, who helps you out. Maybe they’re jealous that you do, and their so-called advice is an attempt to fuck you up. It’s really none of their business, and I wish you wouldn’t blab about our affairs to every Tom, Dick and Harry on the streets. They’re not all nice people.”

He didn’t seem the least bit antagonized by my frank rebuttal…as if he was just reciting from a script. And this is where my Bodhisattva Premise kicks in, once more:

He was TESTING me, starting with declaring I could have the pups over till he returns, then abruptly changed his mind, then just as promptly declared I could, again. The test was all about how calmly I do, or do not, respond.

“Well, they really wanna hang out with you, I can see that…so you may as well keep ’em till I return, say, in two or three hours.” Then he elaborated how he might NOT come back till the next day, etc. So I interrupted:

“They’ll be perfectly fine either way, we’ve been through this before, I know the routine. We’re going inside now, they’ve been very forbearing sitting here so peacefully, and I hope you have a nice time wherever you’re going.”

He told me they might be hungry, I said okay I’ll feed them posthaste, then he departed as I turned around and we three entered the building. Like so many times before:

As I fiddled with the main key, Flaco & Lucky jumped up and down and scratched on the gate with fervor. Soon as I opened it, they pushed with as much force as their little bodies could muster, upon the heavy doors that remain the last obstacle. Sometimes one or the other manages to squeeze partway through, but I still have to push on it myself to get them both inside.

They pulled me forward on their leashes, yapping at each other to win the race to their beloved sanctuary…but that was of course impossible, until I unleashed them a few steps up, concealed from the lobby camera’s panopticon eye. Then off they scampered. Though this time the door was NOT ajar, as a strong breeze from my open window had forced it shut. Never mind, they instead frolicked up and down the bifurcate corridor until I finally turned the key and gave them entry.

Deek had also given me three small battery packs to recharge, and a “new” smartphone to charge and load with mp3 files. Which I did, soon as the pups were settled in. I was disappointed when he DID return just before midnight, and I had to disturb the mutts from their blissful rest. They didn’t seem to mind much, though…they are TROOPERS.

Today is my 71st birthday, and I was hoping I’d get my wish: to spend that day with the dogs. However, my wish only came partly true. Good enough as far as I’m concerned, since I hate birthdays for the most part, because of all the phony expectations and obligations they impose. Besides which, I’ll have the pups’ gracious company countless times down the road, anyway. Which already makes ME a very lucky fellow.

He called up to the window: “Bring everything down!” Which I found amusing, his choice of the word “everything” to mean the dogs as well. Soon as I came up to him with “everything,” I thanked him for making my birthday wish come true, by letting me spend some time with Lucky & Flaco.

“It’s your birthday?” he queried in amicable surprise.

“Not quite, that would be tomorrow.” I specified.

“Oh, well you should keep the dogs overnight.” But then he quickly changed his mind. “No, I got stuff to do.”

“No problem,” I replied. “I’m happy to have spent some hours with them, just the same.”

“Wait a sec,” he announced, then rummaged through his shopping cart to come up with a birthday card. (Right, as if he didn’t know all along that tomorrow’s my day…conveniently coughed up an appropriate card. As I said: this is all scripted.)

I eagerly snatched up the card, read it and declared with a grin: “This is a BELATED card, but my birthday’s tomorrow.”

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He countered: “Wait a minute then, let me find another.”

“No, no, I like the card anyway, it’s very nice!”

But he ignored me and came up with a SECOND one. So I took that, too, slipped it between thumb and fingers alongside the first.

“Read it, see what it says,” he implored.

So I held it up and recited aloud: “No supermodels, no million dollars…but we can give you a big cock.”

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Of course the “cock” was a rooster. I chuckled: “But it’s not even a real cock, it’s a picture of one!”

He insisted I keep them both, and I thanked him for the lovely cards.

“So you’re what, 70?”

“No,” I corrected, “I’m 71. I used to think it sucks growing old, but I’ve never felt healthier and happier in my entire life, these past several months! Flaco & Lucky have certainly played a big part in that!”

He didn’t respond, just smiled and turned his cart around, to depart with the pups. But I stopped him because it struck me right then and there, that I had something rather important he should hear, good doctor. And that was:

“You’ve done the nicest thing to me anyone has done in my entire life…you shared your dogs.”

Deek humbly replied, “alright,” as he resumed his departure…the cart rattled on, with the darling brindlekin tethered to it. They looked back at me twice, with sweet regret they had to leave. It was another chill, damp night and I sorely wished they didn’t have to, either. I waved back and smiled at them, before returning hovel.

The cards are now atop my cabinet, as you can see. And they’ll be there for quite awhile, maybe forever. I think my final words to him last night really made his day, perhaps his entire life.

Now, reflecting upon what I said about never feeling better at such an advanced age, I think of all my little victories since last October. And feel pretty damn amazing for having stood up to every single challenge that had been thrust at me…and which I have won, hands down! Applying my Bodhisattva Premise once again:

This is all scripted: crises fabricated by the building manager, Myrtle & son, and the Hohokum screwballs. And of course, by Deek himself. Each and every one of them has provided me with a golden opportunity, one after another, to play the hero.

And with the boundless love of two little pups cheering me on, how could I ever lose?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Pups were over for a few hours last night.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 2, 2021 1:16 PM

> Sounds as if your birthday was a pretty good one. The noisy neanderthals quiet for now,

Well, they were noisy and screechy last night, but nowhere near as bad as all the other times. But it went on until 4 AM! NO other shop is open for blocks, they’ve become a gathering spot for riffraff, including their own friends who double park along this side of the street. Almost like tailgate parties. So I’m afraid they’ll be reasonably quiet for a short time, then resume the BS.

> Deek behaving reasonably, doggie contact…

His volunteering to get vaccinated was THE turning point for everything else to fall into place on a MUCH better level. Including his upcoming decision (per my prediction) to have Flaco spayed, thus enabling him to finally get FREE vet care for BOTH doggies.

But the pups’ visits are far less frequent, as if he’s planning to cut me out of his life for good. Maybe in long-fuming reaction to our battle earlier this year, when I attempted to become Flaco & Lucky’s new guardian. Thus, being calm and friendly in order to make his exit as smooth as possible. This, of course, is one among other fears I entertain. Though I know by now that’s wrong thinking, so I keep such imagined scenarios at bay. One can NOT possibly blank them out entirely, of course. But one CAN give them scant attention. That is DEFinitly the lesson I’m learning. Well, not so much learning as applying a more disciplined mindset.

> I hate birthdays, too, and do my best to ignore them.

So glad we’re on the same page with that. Deek is my only exception, as his sparse income does not afford him to purchase a decent gift, and birthdays mean so much to him. So whenever he brings me something thoughtful–even though scored from rubbish–I show my appreciation right away. My father was a garbage man when I was a kid (we didn’t call them “sanitation workers” back then), and he’d often bring me something nice that he rescued from the trash…after cleaning it thoroughly and making it look shiny new as possible. But only one such item remains in my memory:

A lovely, spinning globe of the earth on a small, brass stand. It was around eight inches in diameter. Like a jigsaw puzzle, different regions were removable. They were made of hard celluloid and about a sixth-inch thick and slightly curved, with a different color for each region. Totally intact but for a tiny peninsula missing on just one of the pieces. I kept it for years.

> The cards are hilarious.

Yeah, aren’t they sweet? But they are also a remarkable memento in his new change of attitude. Thus, they are far MORE than just birthday cards.

> And it’s funny that Deek seems to have one of everything in his shopping cart, including birthday cards.

Arwyn writes the latest script, and Deek simply follows. I’m sure, though, that Deek adds the occasional line or action into these scripts, as a co-author himself in these bodhisattva scenarios. I have observed considerable maturity in his behavior towards me, in recent meetups…which DO suggest it’s all an act on his part. And has been, all along, solely for my benefit and no one else’s.

> Now, there’s a children’s story: Deek and the Magic Shopping Cart.

It’s a great story for adults AND children, already. Brindlekin Tales is destined to be the lotus blossom of humanity’s fulfillment. How pretentious of me to say so!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: And this…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 3, 2021 12:37 PM

> Killer, both of those! The otter, the doggies!

These videos refresh my spirit. I make a point of spending some time on Reddit’s r/aww sub every day. Also: r/AnimalsBeingBros.

I have a feeling Deek’s next visit will be amazing…after the nice things I told him in our previous meetup. Last night was very quiet re. Hohokum creeps. Oh, and another nice incident that occurred three days back:

That nasty drama queen with the two chihuahuas finally witnessed Flaco & Lucky NOT barking, as he exited the building just before I entered. He said nothing, but I know he observed. Financially privileged people are often the biggest schmucks around. They know nothing about me, other than from the gossipy grapevine…even though I’ve lived here for YEARS. I am watching over two of the kindest, sweetest doggies in the world, but they choose to harass me anyway.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Cut me some meat, Hunca Munca!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: July 4, 2021 8:55 PM

Zeke here. Your childishly biased regard towards me over the air is NOT appreciated. In last Friday’s show of “Memo of the Weird,” starting at 50:37 (and lasting 18 seconds), you declared:

“And poor benighted Ezekiel took being described as benighted as an insult, but I took his calling me a homophobe a year or two ago as an insult, lying down. So I’m gonna call that even, though poor means poor, and benighted means in the dark on many issues, which…aren’t we all?”

Anyone who’d like, is free to listen to the matching audio clip, here.

First of all: yes, you made a clearly homophobic remark on one of your shows while speaking over the air to Oggie Dunwich. When he said “I love you buddy,” you advised him to say “pal” instead of “buddy,” because the latter is just “kinda gay.” Here is a 39 second audio clip of that incident.

Besides noting that there is nothing more or less intrinsically gay with either word, and that your implying there is, is ABSURD. I also want to point out that Oggie has said many times prior to that night, “I love you buddy,” to which you’ve always responded, “I love you too, buddy.” So I wonder: what wild hair got up in YOUR ass that night, one or two years ago?

Some hetero folks who declare themselves “gay friendly” insist that homophobia is ONLY when someone speaks out with an anti-gay epithet, or condones violence against gays. That way, they slide by with using a term like “too gay” (or in your case, “kinda gay”) to imply something distasteful, unpleasant or just plain wrong. Which is exactly what YOU did that evening, with Oggie. I already posted my complaint about that incident, on this list, to which you never cared to respond. But obviously, it’s stuck in your craw. As well it should.

Secondly: I already addressed your snarky remark about my being “benighted,” on this announce list. (And adding the adjective “poor” to that word is underhanded.) But you went ahead and read it over the air…knowing I’ll probably hear it, which gives you the jollies. But on your most recent show, you came up with a juvenile cop-out that we ALL are benighted, so what’s my beef. Problem is: you SINGLED ME OUT as such, thus implying I am LESS knowledgeable than yourself, and many others. For the rather foolish reason that I am against space research being handed over to lunatic billionaires and private corporations.

Which I already made VERY CLEAR in my post to this list: that I am NOT against aerospace research and development, just against some of the ways we are going about it, in this country. Yet you painted me as if I were against any and all such projects, both in your response on the list, and on your radio show…in which show you deliberately excluded my distinction in this matter, including how I’d PREFER space-going ventures to be handled. Something only an Elon Muskmelonhead “fan boi” would do, which you seem to be.

But seeing that, in running your own radio show, you can paint anyone in an unfairly biased light according to your whim, there’s not much I (or anyone else you target) can do about it. It’s just a PETTY act, which only serves to diminish what quality may remain in your broadcasts.


Subject: This is SO depressing: 20 minutes w/the pups, and that’s all she wrote!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 7, 2021 8:14 PM

Deek showed up a half hour ago, the pups with hearty greets as always. I had just purchased my second cup of java, and as I crossed the intersection there he was coming in my direction with Flaco & Lucky delighted to see me. I asked how he was, and said it’s good to see you all again. He seemed fine, no drama and cleanly attired. And that’s REALLY great!

He asked for his allowance, I said of course. Wanted me to hurry in order to pay someone just around the corner. So I dashed upstairs, set my coffee down, snatched the three Jacksons I had set aside, and ran back out. Upon receiving the cash he said I could hang with the doggies for awhile, then he walked partway up the sidewalk on 16th Street (behind my building) to commiserate with some bald-headed dude seated by the curb.

So I sat down and immensely enjoyed having these lovely pooches on my lap and in my arms again. I figured they’d not be staying with me, else he’d have handed me the leash already, to take them inside. So I took what comfort I could, and in about 20 minutes he called to me, requesting I bring down dog food, a razor and a drink (which is always diet root beer). That other fellow had left some moments earlier, and Deek was fussing with rolling a joint…seemed to be in good spirits.

When I returned with the items I made a point of thanking him for the birthday cards:

“They’re on top of my cabinet now, both of them. One’s very funny, the other’s very sweet.”

As he began to shove the cart forward, I pet the pups one more time. Deek thanked me for everything I do, and added “God bless you!”

As I watched them cross the street, I blessed them back. Then he turned to me, said something about getting another phone. I think he meant one with actual cell service, like he had two months ago: whatever happened to it, I have no idea. I stood there another half minute or so, to wave to the pups each time they looked back.

Now, I’m not going to obsess over the many possible scenarios regarding his withholding the dogs from visiting me, these past almost-three weeks. For I have NO idea what he’s up to; he’s certainly keeping mum about it, as he did NOT volunteer ANYthing about his latest doings.

Does he want to wean the dogs from visiting me, out of jealousy, or perhaps seriously plans to move on (even back to Louisiana)? Is he caught up with some bad people who are manipulating him, including abolishing our friendship? Is he putting me through my paces re. his bodhisattva challenges, and will soon resume letting Lucky & Flaco stay over now and then? I hope it’s the latter, but here I go, conjecturing, and I just said I’m not gonna obsess.

But what can I do, as I love the pups so much I’m not gonna refuse to contribute any more food unless he allows me to enjoy their company once or twice a week. (I could NEVER deny the pups any generosity I can afford, no matter MY situation.) Nor am I gonna try whatever OTHER persuasive tactics I can come up with. He already KNOWS how important they are in my life, and how happy it makes them to visit. He’s ALWAYS putting me into these like-walking-on-eggshells scenarios. TEMPTING me to express frustration, anger or vengeance (or all three at once). Which would certainly be the WRONG way to go.

But I truly hate pining for them, waiting till I get to see them again next week…and just for a very short while! How long will THAT go on? Will they just not show up any more, leaving me in the dust? I like to think that his bringing up acquiring another smartphone is a clue that he has EVERY intention of remaining aligned with me…and that this agonizing chapter is but a short one, followed by one brimming with a happy resolution for all parties involved.

So many things are going my way any more: fast FREE Internet, inexpensive Tracfone, my COVID shots (and Deek’s, too; that’s just wonderful), beating back the ugly mother-and-son team, and successfully dealing with the building manager’s horrid abuse. After all those personal victories (which I handled very well, and according to Buddha’s tenets), I see no reason why my association with Deek & pups should not ALSO be favorable.

So I REFUSE to worry, and will be of good cheer, no matter WHAT demons may well up in my mind now and then, like Whack-a-Moles. ONE of those demons (a powerful one at that) is fear of being left alone, Deek and the pooches trotting off into the sunset, never to return. And I go through THAT anxiety EACH AND EVERY TIME we end our latest meetup! But especially so, now that he visits less often, and for just a few minutes at that, and without offering me the doggos for company. But I AM aware:

Deek is NOT the enemy; he never was. Just a rather DIFFICULT person to befriend, in light of his tragic background and consequent trust issues, fears and suspicions (AND superstitions). As the Buddha says, “we have no enemies, only teachers.” And as YOU even said: “Deek is also a victim of a harsh world, just as are the dogs.” I’m paraphrasing here, as it would be most tedious to dig up that particular quote, buried as it is, deeply somewhere in my earlier Brindlekin Tales (book 1 OR book 2 I think).

And that, dear Wattson, IS the lesson…albeit painful and MOST challenging, it is MOST important to learn to rise above such sad thoughts. No demon has ANY power over you, but what you yourself allow. Caveat:

Though, perhaps, he is NOT a victim in the least, but a bodhisattva PLAYING the victim, that I may learn some lessons as a result. Such a thought brings me solace…as opposed to the dark ones described above.

I hope you are having a lovely evening, that your writing is coming along splendidly, and those walking sticks are holding up like a boss.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: This is SO depressing: 20 minutes w/the pups, and that’s all she wrote!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 7, 2021 10:36 PM

> Was just going to mention the walking sticks, and thank you for them again! They’re light but very sturdy, and I feel a lot better about Mitch going off into the woods at age 82 (83 in September! Yikes!) with those sticks. A great, thoughtful gift.

So glad they’re working out so well!

> Oh, how I wish Deek wouldn’t toy with you like that. You have the best possible attitude, but I know the sadness creeps in from time to time.

He’ll come through for me…which means for the pups as well. But yes, doing good works sucks donkey butt. Isn’t it always like that, unless your “good works” are on a minor scale?

When I first laid eyes on Lucky, it was still during my separation from Deek. They were a moving silhouette across the street, for it was night, and all I could see was the black form of the cart, Deek, and Lucky. But the doggy’s sweet grace radiated through the dense veil of shadow anyway, and struck my heart:

Sitting upright in the cart, nose raised in the air and looking straight ahead, chest puffed with pride to be assigned the noble duty of guardian to this lone vagrant. Two nights later, Lucky and I finally met face to face: he was seated atop the cart once more, with a small blanket thrown over him like a nun’s habit. He took a cautious liking to me right then and there. Which surprised Deek, because I was wearing a hoodie, which garb usually aggravates the pup into wild barking. Not to mention Lucky’s hesitation with ANY stranger in the first place. But the little angel remained calm and welcomed my hugs. I fell in love for the first time in my life.

> I’m doing my “Buddha” work, too.

Indeed you are, Wattson. This is no small sacrifice.

> Yesterday, I took Darly (Van’s widow) up to the storage place in Fort Bragg, where she and Van have gone deep into the storage-rental boondoggle over the years, paying hundreds every month for TWO packed-full units, God knows how many thousands they’ve paid over the years. She desperately needs to empty those units, stop wasting hundred$ every month, but of course, she’s in the trap: no money, nowhere to put the stuff, terrible sentimental entanglement. I can’t tell you how sad it was to push those rumbling doors up and see all of those sad, sad possessions, books, furniture, boxes of manuscripts, poor Van’s handwriting everywhere, the fond hopes it all represented now just dusty old junk.

Absolutely heartbreaking. Every item must be dripping with sentimentality. Everything should go EXCEPT the manuscripts. Can they be moved ASAP to her domicile? I don’t know what else to say, but that she must ease the financial burden from your shoulders. Friendship and loyalty are immeasurably more important than possessions, no matter how sentimental.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: He dropped by again, early!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 9:14 AM

7 AM, right on the dot…woke me up. Half asleep, I donned shoes, sweater, jacket, and stumbled on out to greet them all. I knelt down on the concrete to give the pups adoration, as Deek handed over a slightly battered Alcatel smartphone, two battery packs, and cylindrical speaker (NOT that heavy one any more, thank god). Said he’ll be back in two hours and outta my hair. Again, he didn’t offer me the pups. He should show up in a half hour or so…let’s see what happens next. And of course the bedbugs have returned. This is my life.


Subject: Picked up his stuff, left with the dogs!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 9:47 AM

One battery pack would NOT charge up, but he was not anxious about that in the least; and that’s good. I crouched down to pet the pups again; they looked at me with such longing in their eyes: “Can’t we come and visit you?” And then I returned hovel, after Deek saying once more, god bless you and thanks again.


Re: Picked up his stuff, left with the dogs!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 12:13 PM

> All good groundwork.

Thanks! Deek is no longer throwing hissy fits or making horrid accusations against me. I can say that with much confidence, now, since this improved, new Deek has been showing his face for at least three months w/o sliding back. I think that he has finally awakened to how poorly he’s treated me in the recent past (and for almost three years), and may be terribly embarrassed about that. Which ALSO could explain his distancing. He is my prodigal brother.


Re: Picked up his stuff, left with the dogs!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 2:35 PM

Interesting to note, is that whenever i DO require another bedbug treatment, Deek and pups conveniently disappear until two or three days later. And I NEVER inform him about bedbugs, because he’ll get all dramatic about it, and tell me to just get some pesticide, I’m making a mountain out of a molehill. Or he’ll worry about the pups being exposed to chemicals. He knows NOTHING about bedbugs, that there IS no OTC solution…nor how very SAFE is the treatment used by professionals. So I just shut my trap about it. Yet somehow, some way, they all are gone on the day of treatment nonetheless, and don’t return till some days later. Well, maybe a day later at the earliest, but his timing works out perfecto for me.

Just one more reason why I think this is all scripted.


Subject: I HATE TEARING UP THAT BOX!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 8:40 PM

Flaco & Lucky have only gotten to play in it three times since I found it on the back porch. But now I have to dispose of it, in preparation for tomorrow’s bedbug treatment. It’s a LARGER box than the previous ones, and they love it so much more. It’s like a doghouse for them. And boxes that size are not easy to find.

You should have seen last time they were over. Flaco entered the box and settled down after a whole lot of furious scratching to make the floor “fluffy.” She was curled up in one corner when Lucky went to join her…but at that moment she abruptly sprung into full-stretch mode with paws plunked right across the edge, as if to declare: “Stay out, this is MY turf!” Very funny, as Lucky stepped back, barked a few times, then returned to the cot to let her enjoy that hidey-spot for herself. He doesn’t ALWAYS back off, but sometimes instigates a play-fight which they both enjoy, sometimes rumbling right there in the box. It wobbles like crazy, as if haunted by poltergeist!

Well, I could’ve put off the next bug eradication for a few days, to give me time to prepare. But I decided tomorrow is fine; I just had to hustle half-a-day getting things set up. I have it down to a science, adapted as I am to these insectoid invasions.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Of course Deek would show up tonight, and ask me to watch the pups!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 8, 2021 11:24 PM

Right in the middle of getting my room prepared…but how could I say no? (I swear Larkin wrote this script, and Deek and god only knows who else is in on it. Of COURSE they’d pick this time to finally resume the pups’ sweet stayovers!)

I just told him to pick them up by 1 PM tomorrow, as the plumber is coming over at 2, to fix a leak that sprung in my ceiling. He released the pups (still on their leashes but tied together as one), and off they ran STRAIGHT to the gate, and made a big fuss over wanting to get inside.

Without picking up the leash, I opened the front gate, assuming the inner doors would block them. But no, they pushed really hard, and I could not stay them, because the keys from my lanyard had just come undone and spilled onto the sidewalk! I have four keys, found three of them, but didn’t discover the fourth until someone who walked by kindly pointed out it out to me (behind my right foot).

So here I was, planning to run upstairs with the pups just ahead…instead, I had to leave them be wherever they were, as my own door was locked shut. When I finally arrived on my floor, they were having an utter ball, chasing each other up and down the hallway. With only a soft yelp here and there, so no problem. I was just worried that the manger would come across them, running free.

Now they are crashed out on the cot, and I’m so delighted with their return. And with Deek.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Attached pic shows him hanging by the bus stop just out front. He’s somewhere behind the shopping cart, piled high with a mound of clothing and whatever else beneath it. I really don’t want him parking around my building, but he’s a stubborn bastard, often against his own best interests. However, he IS being quiet…snoozing, I guess. Said he’d return in a couple of hours to pick up the devices, but the dogs stay overnight. How can he “return” if he’s still here? He’ll probably sleep like a log, and I’ll have to bring the stuff down to him, myself. But if he doesn’t awaken to receive them, I’ll just bring it all back upstairs.

Click here for a larger view.

Texting with Wattson – 7/9/21

Pic 1 (large version)

Pic 2 (large version)

Pic 3 (large version)

Video


Subject: What He Left Behind
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 9, 2021 10:10 PM

When he departed with the pups this morning, I never gave thought over how he emptied that shopping cart. Later when I stepped outside I came across THIS, to receive the answer to a question I hadn’t asked. Talk about dirtying a friend’s nest! (I even used that turn of phrase with him a year or two ago, and he rebutted: “Your nest is inside, not out here.”) However, he still deserves my kudos in spite of this, and for damn good reasons.

Click here for a larger view.

Great news…the N Judah light rail is running once more, finally! So I hopped on to hang around 9th & Irving, wishing Howard’s Cafe were still open. But I settled for Tart 2 Tart, an old fashioned, spacious coffeehouse that is good enough, but nothing like the sociable milieu of Howard’s. I lingered quite awhile, as the bedbug guy texted me that I can’t return to my hovel until 8:30 PM. So I guess he showed up closer to 4, than 2 (or maybe a bit later than planned).

I watched today’s PBS News on their Youtube channel with my Tracfone, while enjoying a fat slice of black forest cake and a cup of java. Eventually I left to stroll the promenade; this was once my favorite neighborhood in the entire city. (I guess it still is, but these days more like the LEAST grievous circle of hell among all the other circles that ring this sorry burg.) I felt cold, alienated, strolling down 9th Avenue…for it was nothing but shops and dead souls hopping from one spot to another. Howard’s was the last, true community gathering spot (other than the two bars a few blocks apart, I guess some locals would say)…so once it shut down, what fragment remained of the heart of the Inner Sunset was crushed under Moloch’s Heel.

Though I had time to kill, nothing appealed to me outdoors, not even the arboretum nearby, at the edge of Golden Gate Park. So I hopped back onto the N Judah and returned to the Castro. Almost three hours to go before I could claim my hovel as my own once again, by the time I reentered Hotel California North. So I hunkered down in the alcove right beside my room, and caught up on some of my favorite vloggers.

It actually feels good to have stripped down my monk’s cell, to clean out the cobwebs and start afresh. I just resent the drudgery it requires to get there. But why gripe? The doggies slept with me last night! I gave Deek a side hug this morning, to thank him for letting Flaco & Lucky visit me again, but he played the macho dude and brushed me away with a pseudo-grunt. So to make up for that, I told him they’re a joy and a blessing in my life, “and you are too, because of them.”

I’m sure it did his heart a lot of good, though he’d never admit it. Every time my three little angels depart, I think: I may never see them again.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: What He Left Behind
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 10, 2021 10:07 AM

> Did he just abandon all that stuff? Some of it looks useful.

Yes. Well, what is “useful” can often be a burden when you live the street life. Anything you can’t use immediately is of no worth. He has lost EVERYthing many times over, but Deek is nothing if not resilient. Had I more spacious quarters, I’d be cleaning and storing valued items for him…such as extra clothing, including what serves well for doggy comfort.

You may have noticed that tent in the background, where some homeless folks have set up camp behind my building as of several days ago. Which happens now and then…I think the steep rise of that street discourages such settlements from happening more often. When I stepped out for my morning coffee today, I decided to take a more focused shot of it; see attachment. They’ll be there for another week or even less, then move on. That’s the usual pattern.

Click here for a larger view.

> Coffee and Black Forest cake sounds divine!

They have both standard and specialty pastries, which are excellent, including key lime pie, strawberry shortcake, tiramisu, chocolate eclairs and cheesecake with thin, kiwi slices on top. Added bonus: they DON’T play loud, grating music like Starbucks and most other coffeehouses. In fact, they play NOTHING. So it’s always peaceful, easy to actually read, think and plain old relax. And very pleasant to hear and watch the N Judah cars rumble by. But since the pandemic started, I do not go there daily any more. In fact, I only visit Tart 2 Tart on my bedbug extermination days, which are maybe once every four months. I otherwise stick around my neighborhood for Deek and the pooches, more than anything else.

> I came across a great news story today: a black cat named Binx, who’d lived on the 9th floor of the collapsed tower in Florida, was found ALIVE and reunited with his people.

Wow, so happy to hear that. And Binx’s family also survived! A sweet pet is often the heart and soul of a person’s life. If it’s not, what the hell are they doing with one, in the first place?

> Here’s to more visits with the doggies, bless their pure little hearts.

MY heart and soul! In the coming days I will emphasize to Deek, just what an AMAZING fellow he is, for bringing them into my world. He’ll probably say something like he deserves more money for that. I’ll just tell him “Yes you do, but it’s beyond my financial capacity at this time.”

– Zeke K-Holmes



The Final Chapter (part 14)

June 27, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17n]

Subject: Youtube is turning into a monster!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 12, 2021 11:18 PM

More and more vloggers are getting unjustified strikes and bans lately, so I’m not the only one. Looks to me like they want to shake off all the small players and go head-on into the corporate mentality. Another thread on Reddit is now covering this issue, in which I’ve commented.

I’ve also informed Twitter’s “Team Youtube” group of my strike, which I’d like to have retracted…but YT rejected my appeal, and they won’t allow you to make another. There’s GOT to be a way to stop their draconic abuse towards decent vloggers out there. Gee, I hope WordPress doesn’t go that direction too, as I’d REALLY be sunk as an author trying to put my words out there!

It’s like every time I reach out to the world in order to achieve something good (that is: not based on selfish motives, but designed to lift up many others), walls start popping up around me. I realize, though, it’s all part of the game of life (the Battle of the Bodhisattvas)…thus I don’t get particularly upset, but forge on regardless.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I just discovered today, that I have two copyright violations against me, in addition to that one strike. They don’t however, trigger two more strikes or impede me any other way, because I have not monetized them. One of the videos is the scene where Cliff’s Hardware found my spyglasses, so I picked them up with much gratitude, then stepped out to be inundated by victorious music booming from a truck a half block up. That song, though, IS copyrighted, and, even though I didn’t add it to the video myself, I am still charged with a violation. Ridiculous!

The OTHER video is one with Deek, where he turns on his Bluetooth speaker on a VERY low volume…so low you can’t really make out the song. Nonetheless, I was charged with copyright infringement by a music company on behalf a rap star Lil Wayne. Well, Deek plays nothing BUT rap. So what am I supposed to do when I’m recording him, and he’s playing his music at the same time? You mean I need permission from a music company, to include songs played in public, on the streets, which are INSEPERABLE from the urban milieu?

Well, at any rate, I’m not REALLY in violation, so long as I don’t try to monetize such videos. And that is why YT hasn’t given me two MORE strikes. THREE strikes within 90 days will ban you from their service FOREVER. Unless you go through a different appeals process, and have all your ducks in a row to win! Which nonetheless could take you anywhere from six months to well over a year. I’ve been doing my homework on this matter. Guess what I did with those two videos?

DELETED them from YT, then made NEW links for them on WordPress, to their backup locations on Google Drive. Take THAT, Youtube!

Now, I also have those “Doggy Dining with the Stars” videos, a new series for my channel. I make sure that the old-time movies I play in the background are public domain. But on my most recent “dining” video, a commercial break popped up right in the middle of my recording the pups. It went on for about a half minute before I decided to squelch the volume. Are they gonna come after me for THAT, too? Jeez Louise, Wattson!


Subject: Team Youtube on Twitter said they’ll look into the strike.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 13, 2021 9:46 AM

Here’s the conversation thus far. Click on my original post at top, to expand the thread. Click on other comments to expand further.

And here is the Reddit page where I posted my grievance, before contacting Team Youtube.


Re: Team Youtube on Twitter said they’ll look into the strike.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 13, 2021 10:55 PM

> Meanwhile:
>
> Shaking Shelter Dog Covers Her Foster Dad’s Face With Kisses

OMG, the wonder and love of dogs. And what a great lover of the canine species that fellow is! Two darling pups have certainly transformed MY life, their love is so strong, all my fears and anxieties are close to vanishing for good. Just one more hug with each, will do it! They are just TOO extraordinary and beautiful to have come into my life through the hands of a homeless person, as to be anything BUT a divine gift. The love is so pure as to VANQUISH any possibility of a bad outcome. Deek is simply putting me through my paces.

As for my contacting those two Youtube attorneys: I forgot I have to wait a few more days till Youtube allows me to post again. But Ganesha, the remover of all obstacles, is on my side…such challenges are peanuts to him.


Re: Hey ! Your Sickness
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Spike Dewars
Date: June 13, 2021 11:32 PM

On 2021-06-13 21:20, Spike Dewars wrote:

> So, how you enjoying life ?

I’m doing pretty damn well, thanks for asking. I have won many important victories in the local arena in recent months, and made my building and the neighborhood considerably safer and friendlier.

> Enjoying that little room with no toilet or kitchen ?

I’m actually fine with that. Living the humble life has its challenges, but it makes me a better person, as it encourages me to cultivate my inner life. Those were surprisingly charming photos you sent me this time around (as opposed to your previous ones, Mike). I always worry about you folks living up north in the dry season. So my wish is that you and everyone else up yonder be spared the horror of firestorms. that you may continue to live and enjoy the fine countryside up there, with good friends and family.


Subject: My Reddit popularity appears to be on the rise!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 17, 2021 12:11 AM

I crossposted one silly post to r/antinatalism, and got 50 upvotes in less than an hour:

And 22 upvotes in as short a time by posting a Flaco & Lucky video to r/aww:

Wasn’t even thinking about collecting upvotes, just doin’ my Reddit thang. But the doggie videos are all so amazing, perhaps posting additional ones will start the ball rolling for my Brindlekin Tales to take off.

Oh, and yesterday, Morey (shopkeeper of that corner store two blocks up Noe Street) gave me an incredible boost over doing so much for the pups, and, in general, making so many breakthroughs in such a short time (Internet, smartphone, driving Myrtle & son out, etc.)! That was also unexpected, but a truly welcome lift to my spirit.

Meanwhile, no sign of Deek and doggies still; I expect they’ll show up tomorrow or Friday, for his “advancement.” Then disappear for parts unknown, again. Unless he has a change of heart, which I really hope will happen. Every time he drops by, before stepping out I set up the doggy box that they love to play in, and keep the door ajar, just in case he lets them visit…and, if so, they can dash right up the stairs and into my hovel before I even get back.

Last few times, though, I’ve returned home pupless, and placed the box back in the corner, upright and empty.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Team Youtube came through for me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 17, 2021 2:53 PM

My video in question is now back up, because they concluded the strike was in error. I don’t envy the person or people who had to look into this, as that video is one of my narrations, an hour and ten minutes long. So I’m back to ZERO strikes…huzzah! Side note:

Have you noticed lately, that every nasty thing that’s happened to me in the last few months, has eventually turned out in my favor? The Deek/pups issue is simply a longer-term challenge that I’m sure will also be happily resolved. In fact, all these other victories (albeit minor in comparison, for the most part) also serve to reassure me re. the doggies.

P.S.: I should frame this and hang it on my door! Dammit, I don’t have a working printer any more…as I just thought it would be fun to REALLY do that, placing it on the OUTSIDE of my door for everyone to see, who strolls by. That would be kinda hilarious.

Click here for a larger view.

Re: Team Youtube came through for me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2021 10:07 AM

> I’ll print it and mail it to you, if you like!

Well okay, I’ll take you up on that. 5×7 inches will do the trick. Then I’ll march over to UPS and have it laminated…punch a hole in the middle top and “voila!” Such an obscure thing to tack to my door, I love it. More good news:

WELL OVER 2,000 LIKES OVERNIGHT for that silly meme I crossposted to Reddit’s antinatalist sub…unheard of! It was not only NOT my creation, but an awfully dumb meme to begin with.

Lots of great comments piling up, as well. Someone even gave me a “hugz” award in that thread. I was able to thank him or her, but it does not reveal if it was in response to my OP, or some comment. So I guess it shall forever remain a mystery.

And now I have 105 likes for my posting Harvey Winston’s outspoken condemnation of anti-vaxxers!

The latest remark was: “Well hot fucking damn! Someone else out there in the ether understands what I’ve been banging on about for months now! Now I’m feeling vindicated! I’m also bookmarking this article.”

Kudos to Harvey, eh?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek Update – Vast Improvement but w/Grief in the Mix
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 18, 2021 3:11 PM

Showed up below my window with the pups, around 11AM. Asked for dog food, water for the doggies, and a cup of root beer and a cigarette for him…plus his allowance and that fukkin-heavy speaker. So I knew right away he did not intend to have the pooches visit me, else he wouldn’t have included the dog foot bit. Nonetheless, our meetup was OUTSTANDING, for the following reasons:

1. He actually was not in any rush to depart, after receiving the goods; instead, we lingered for over a half hour, talking about this and that.

2. He actually LISTENED carefully and calmly to everything I said…absolutely ZERO PERCENT DRAMA. The kind of heartfelt, friendly talks we SHOULD have been having all along! But look at how many YEARS it took to finally get there.

3. HE FINALLY GOT HIS COVID-19 VACCINATION IN FULL! The J&J variant. I gave him a hearty congrats, and he was eager to show me his card. Which I took in order to laminate, as well as take a pic and save it in my Deek folder. Watch it all here (1 min.):

http://drive.google.com/file/d/1kknJ9mixUegnOMEZT1W1g9tI9D-wFpNy/view?usp=sharing

4. Boulevard Joe showed up, and gave us the dirt about Hohokum smoke shop’s criminal activities. Check it out (18 secs.)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jS0jQSqCfqTQ4iQ-YSM-R9toU5PtnoQt/view?usp=sharing

I think he said “porn” right before “escort service.” At any rate, further mention of Hohokum ensued between myself and Deek later on (1.5 mins.):

http://drive.google.com/file/d/1spVXqu1Haoswac343V1y48AY2gK2CEvJ/view?usp=sharing

6. This was our first extended conversation that made it clear to me he listens to and respects everything I tell him. My prayers ARE being answered, including that he get vaccinated, and that his bipolar mood swings subside. Last prayer to be answered is that he resume the pups’ visits, not just occasionally, but often. Though it was sad to see them go, with Flaco tugging on the leash to be with me, and her looking back as they departed. Here is a clip of my appeal to resume the dog’s stay-overs (46 secs.):

http://drive.google.com/file/d/1zt4l5DKtp15Bu5tHbEtZmu5DuPovaMwg/view?usp=sharing

I made a second appeal some time later, but I still have to dig it out from the recording.

Here is my sad goodbye to Flaco before they took off (2 mins.):

http://drive.google.com/file/d/1P-HSSaoeLMY-IitfYlQKvxEJ0NRo2hVC/view?usp=sharing

I shot the video with my pen camera, and have yet to figure out which parts to splice out as highlights to patch together and upload to Youtube. It will probably take me another two hours to work it all out. Maybe I’ll just run the whole thing, after removing that useless portion when I return hovel to pick up his drink and speaker on a second run.

Actually, when I said “last prayer” I meant the major ones as they apply to his present, houseless circumstances. Of course, there are the additional prayers of his finding decent accommodations, and expanding his world beyond his street exploits.

While I was grieved over yet one more week minus Lucky & Flaco’s dear company, I reflected upon all the good things that DID come out of this latest conversation, before posting them to you. And my conclusion is most optimistic: IT’S A STUPENDOUSLY GOOD SIGN!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Breakthrough Meetup with Deek! [my latest video – 27 mins.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’ Mailing List
Date: June 18, 2021 5:17 PM

Our latest meetup was extraordinary, just happened this morning! Instead of wanting to rush off after picking up a fresh supply of dog food, his weekly allowance, etc., Deek lingered so we could have a nice long talk about this and that. Which lasted for almost an entire half hour! Absolutely NO bipolar mood-swing drama, he listened to me intently and, best of all: HE GOT HIS COVID-19 VACCINE, after talking so many months’ bullshit about avoiding it! So he IS listening to everything I’ve told him, after all. Sadly, he still chooses to not have the pups visit me, which has been going on for almost three weeks now. But I think, after showing such a leap in maturity, he will soon come to his senses and see what a good thing it is, to allow me to provide the darling doggies sanctuary on a frequent basis, once more. I shot this video with my pen camera, so please bear with the jumpiness and less-than-focused direction, that I get with my spyglasses. Still, all conversation was documented. The pen records in 5-minute segments, some of which parts I eliminated…though this time I did NOT break them up with “next clip” inserts, as they seem to make the audio and video alignment go askew.

Re: Printout…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’ Mailing List
Date: June 19, 2021 12:15 AM

> …on its way to you today. Two size choices!

Can’t wait, thanks! It really marks a victory in my life, during this most incredible chapter filled with victories…though to others who walk by, it will appear trivial. They have NO idea of the momentous stories around that printout, which has become a part of my Brindlekin Tales! Heck, hardly a one in the building knows of my confrontations with Myrtle & son, and his punk friends…except the building manager and my quasi-fascist neighbor down the hallway, to whom I included a link to that “Trouble at the Gate” video in a most revealing email. Our paths have crossed a couple of times since, and he reveals not a CLUE how he’s taken it…just walks by quickly with a dismissive wave of the hand.

The video I just uploaded (and posted the link on the MCN lists) is almost a half hour long, but one of great value, because of the conversation therein. Sad to see he intends to keep the pups from visiting me ever again; he’s talking about returning to Louisiana, straightening things out with his son, etc. But I think he’s just playing the manly man. Anyway, Flaco sat beside me on the sidewalk, with a proud demeanor as my guardian, looking at me with such appreciation. Like she knows what I’m going through, and is loving me back for my regard. We are true friends!

Lucky sat nearby and watched us with a happy spirit…not bothering to compete for my affection, but delighted to see his sister’s joy, so in no way was he going to interrupt. He’s incredibly kind to her! You’ve seen how, when they play-fight atop the blankets, he bites her THROUGH a blanket, so as not to cause any hurt with those sharp little teeth. And how, when she’s moody and softly growls at him, he immediately jumps back and tilts his head most attentively, as if to make it clear he’s just playing. Though it is SO funny, whenever he ambush-jumps to grab her hind leg or tail and start tugging!

Soon as I stood up to return hovel, off she went with me in a dash. But of course I gently restrained her, and directed her to Deek, saying a couple of times, “I’m sorry.” Deek took the leash from my hand and strolled off with them, said, “They’ll be alright.” No concern whatsoever for the depth and wonder of my amity with the doggies, especially as regards Flaco’s incredible attentiveness towards me. She is SO ready to express her appreciation in every way she can, but sadly, that offends Deek. He has NO concept of just what remarkable brindlekin they are!

Before entering the gate, I just had to look back at them crossing the street…and saw Flaco turn her head towards me, and tug a bit on the leash, in hopes that Deek would have a change of heart. But naturally, he did not…so Flaco turned forward to continue her walk beside Lucky, and behind Deek and the cart. What choice did she have?

Remember, months ago, when Flaco had followed me hovel across the street, without either Deek or myself aware of that…until the moment I opened the gate, she dashed between my legs and into the lobby? She’s ALWAYS wanted to be with me from day one!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: The Lumpy Red Blotch on the Back of My Hand (by Zeke Krahlin)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 22, 2021 5:47 PM

So this morning I woke up (as usual, thank Herod), performed my minimalist ablutionary ritual of a quick dump, 20-second alcohol/gel hand cleansing, a quick shave o’ the ol’ mug with a 5-blade disposable razor that I make last until I bleed a month or so later, and, finally, crawl on down to Rosenberg’s around the corner for my indispensable java, freshly brewed. Always of good cheer no matter what (with the “what” meaning my prayers for the pups), because I know everyone has or has had tragedies in their own life, so it’s a really nice thing to be a light in their lives, even if just a brief spark in their day.

Once hovel, I added a dollop of raw honey and two packets of Sweet ‘N Low to the coffee, then sat myself at the workstation to do a little research on using the Tor browser, which I had just downloaded. Once midway through my beverage, I noticed a small, irregular dark-red blob on the back of my right hand.

“Uh-oh, this wasn’t there yesterday,” I thought. The fear of melanoma welled up in my mind, as that’s something I’m SUPPOSED to worry about at this decrepit decade of my life.

I touched it gingerly and, seeing as no pain or pus-gushing ensued, I pressed a tad firmer to discover I could move it around! With that, I dabbed a spot of saliva on the clot, wiped it completely clean, then licked it off my finger to see whether or not it tasted bloody or foul. Nope! It was a dab of Cholula Original Hot Sauce from yesterday evening, that I enjoyed with my Tillamook Extra Sharp Cheddar Cheese and a small bowl of Lay’s Classic Potato Chips. The tongue never lies! Speaking of potato chips:

I rarely imbibe, but once in a blue moon I crave them like a cow to a salt lick. I’ve tried the ridged and kettle varieties, but they just don’t cut the mustard for me. Too crunchy and stabby for this old mouth with crumbling ivories! Gimme those fragile, thin, almost-melt-in-your-mouth chips that go so well with a hot pepper condiment and a few slices of cheese and some diet root beer any old day. For both the appealing texture on the taste buds, as well as all that savory zing, quenched by a chilled soda of old fashioned birth!

So yesterday I tried to register an online account with Social Security for the SECOND time in three months, yet failed again. It all started when I got my first cell service and a new phone number to go with it. Of course, within a few days of acquiring my Tracfone, it occurred to me to let them know my new number (which for some stupid reason I’m very proud of). Went online to find their page where I could register, so plodded through the gauntlet of filling out the requisite personal info and, once I was done, the Soc Sec Bot told me my activation code would arrive in the mail within three to four weeks. And, with that one-time code, I could complete my registration.

Almost six weeks had passed with nary a letter, so I decided to try again, filled out the form like before, whereby I’d have to wait yet ANOTHER three to four weeks (or longer, maybe even for all eternity) for the code to arrive. Two weeks later, a letter from Social Security DID show up in my mailbox, whereby I eagerly opened it to discover the activation code. So I swiftly returned upstairs to key it in, but guess what:

THEY REJECTED IT! Which sorry result made me conclude that this was actually the FIRST activation code, which had been canceled by my filling out their form a second time. So once more I waited, and waited…but not TOO long, as it arrived in just under three weeks this time around. Which was yesterday. So I rushed back hovel to key in THIS code, hoping with all my heart that it would finally be a worthy sacrifice to their god (or goddess, as this Age of Aquarius is supposed to be matriarchal, I hear tell), whereby he or she (or IT) would devour it in his or her (or IT’s) maw with a gluttonous satisfaction.

But I first had to go through all over again, filling out my personal information, including three security questions, some of which didn’t apply to my world. Such as: “What was the make and model of your first car,” “What street were you living on at the age of three,” and “Who was your best friend during childhood?”

I never even OWNED a car, so the first question was clearly OUT of the question. As for the delicate age of three: my mom said the family moved from Brooklyn to the suburbs of North Massapequa right when I was that age…so the street could have been EITHER Monroe Street or Shawnee Drive. But I thought:

“Is this a trick question? Do they actually KNOW the answer to that, or THINK they know, and want to catch me in a lie?”

As for question #3: I didn’t HAVE any best friend back then, nor have I EVER had a “bestie” through my entire life! Should I lie about that, too, and say “John Knopf” or “Pauline Miratello?” One lived right behind my house, and the other three doors down the street. But they weren’t so much best friends as others I was forced to live among, with whom I was begrudgingly amicable (just as I was to my parents). There was also my faux cousin “Helen-Ann,” who grossed me out one day when I was eleven, by asking me to peel the skin off her sunburned shoulders.

Well, I finally got through all that (as painful a process as that was) and tapped in my NEW activation number, and guess what:

THEY REJECTED ME AGAIN! So I carefully reread that number in the mail and compared it to the one I had typed, to discover that the last number, a nine, could not be added in! So it looked to me like their online form would only accept five digits instead of the six I was allotted. But upon closer inspection, I discovered that the first digit was preceded by a space. Once having corrected that, I was able to tap in that nine, and they DID accept the number and “voila!” I was activated. But that isn’t the end of the story:

I had to click through one more thing, which was a button entitled something like “accept” or “done” or “process.” So I did just that, only to result in a rejection that stated “you are not recognized in our database.” The nerve!

And to think all I wanted to do in the first place, was give them my new phone number. Now I’m worried that my two failed attempts may have set off their FRAUD ALERT bot!

And that, Wattson, wouldn’t be (to quote Martha Stewart) “a good thing” at all.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I remember when filling out the form, they preceded it with a statement that they will do a simple credit check, to verify I’m the person I say I am. By “simple” they meant they wouldn’t rifle through all the gory details, but just see if it made a match with some of the info I already gave them. Now get this: nowhere in the form could you type in your CC number, which I would have gladly done, though it’s actually a debit card. Which, for all my purchasing needs, has always worked just LIKE a credit card. So THAT is why they didn’t accept my registration: I’VE NEVER HAD A CREDIT CARD! And their database does NOT include debit card numbers. To add insult to injury:

After that rejection, they suggested I register with a non-government service that takes all your most personal information and adds it to their database, so you can use THAT as a handy all-in-one solution for registering with gov’t and other priority services. Yet this particular service (called something like “MyID”) has a lousy customer rating, and the Social Security form added that they are NOT responsible for whatever this third-party company does with my information! Are we having fun yet?


Re: The Lumpy Red Blotch on the Back of My Hand (by Zeke Krahlin) PUPS ARE BACK!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: June 23, 2021 12:12 AM

> Great about the non-melanoma.

At our age, we’re often more grateful for what we DON’T have, than for what we do.

> Bummer about the rejected code! Cheeses K. Reist, but they love to pile on the frustration. I think they hope we’ll just blow a gasket, keel over dead, and quit bothering them.

Bodhisattva mischief. Just more psychological tweaking to get me over any dark mood that may strike, ASAP.

THE DOGGIES ARE BACK!

They’re here right now, lying on the cot in utter bliss. Deek showed up 15 minutes ago, said I can have the dogs for the night, he’s gonna ride his bike all over the place. I thanked him profusely, said they’ll just love it, as I will too, we’re gonna have a great night, and I hope he does as well.

They went WILD at the gate, dying to step in; I dropped the keys and they could barely control themselves. Flung open the gate, then the doors…they literally yanked me up the stairs, where I stopped them both, in order to unleash them. First Flaco, then Lucky. I had already set up the box for them to run in, and the door ajar, before stepping out…HOPING of course, they’d visit tonight. And…I GOT MY PRAYER ANSWERED!

I wish you could see how happy they were to return, if only I had a camera running. Flaco went RIGHT for the box (an extra large one she hadn’t seen yet), and started digging like a maniac…I think it brings her great pleasure, just doing that. Group hugs all around, so much kindness, love and joy!

And soon I shall join them snug atop the sky-blue, fluffy sleeping bags. I’m sure I’ll have very nice dreams, but no dream, no matter how wonderful, could ever TOUCH the bliss of their lying beside me, breathing their little doggie sighs of contentment, and twitching their chunky legs and paws in deep slumber in their OWN world of puppy-dog dreams.

Deek said he’ll return in the morning to pick them up. Fine with me; I am delighted he’s brought them back, even if just for a night. For there will be many more great stay-overs to come, I’m sure. For Deek has changed for the better, I can see it all over him. He asked if I could give him a few bills, that would be really nice. So I said okay, and ran back hovel to grab a fiver. But no, the smallest bill was a sawbuck.

“Lucky you,” I said upon returning, as the pooches patiently waited for me to bring them inside. “I was planning to give you five, but all I had was this instead.”

He grinned, handed me a heavy jacket and a metal dog bowl to keep for him overnight..then off we went one way, and he, the other. I was glad to express my gratitude with a boisterous spirit, as that will reinforce a more positive perspective in his psyche…keep him going in the right direction. Jungian therapy all the way!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Here they are, at rest!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’ Mailing List
Date: June 23, 2021 8:45 AM

Just got up, took this little video (16 secs.):

Nothing special about this video, except that Deek has kept the pups from visiting me for a LONG time (almost three weeks). But he’s gotten over whatever angst he had, and they’re now with me again for the night. It’s now morning, around 7:30 AM, and here they are enjoying a well deserved break from the streets.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Just curious
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: June 24, 2021 9:45 AM

On Tue, 22 Jun 2021 14:43 Kenan Blau posted:

> How about the 600,000 dead people who didn’t get the chance to get vaccinated

They are angels of death, so consider that a victory. They’ll make up excuses such as “they were old people ready to die anyway,” or “they were useless eaters such as the disabled, blacks, immigrants, progressives, gays and Jews.” This is the new Nazi movement. People need to wake up; they’re already using COVID-19 as a bioweapon against the noble opposition, by showing up unvaccinated at their gatherings and marches. Fortunately, this will all backfire, as they themselves will die off in MUCH greater numbers. For obvious reasons.

Those who think people like Ruby Vinegar, Peggy-Lee Gish and Alvin Hock are simply ill informed and caught up in the nonsense (rather than intentional vectors of death and misery) are fooling themselves. That is just a tactic to weaken the resistance. Ms. Vinegar’s snarky choice of subject title “Just curious” tells me all I need to know about her REAL intentions. Don’t you think it peculiar that these snakes in the grass pose as “progressives,” “liberals” or “Democrats” while siding in FULL FORCE with right-wing ideology, in the matter of anti-vax conspiracy?


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Just curious
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN announce list
Date: June 24, 2021 9:56 AM

On Tue, 22 Jun 2021 15:58 Ladye Birdsong squoinked:

> Because it’s easier to shoot the messenger than cope with threatening ideas. The Thought Police have no place in the public debate of important issues.

Oh, I get it, now anti-vaxxers are accusing anyone who tries to correct their dangerously erroneous conspiracies of being “thought police.” Your double-digit IQ impresses no one, Ms. Birdsquawk. BTW:

Did YOU get vaccinated yet? There’s still time, you know, but the window is rapidly closing. Because the Delta Variant will soon be upon us, and those who aren’t vaccinated will be in real danger of contracting this DEADLIER and MORE SEVERE virus. Seeing as these current vaccines are likely to have excellent resistance to the impact of the next wave to hit. But it takes a full THREE weeks after your second shot, for the vaccine to kick into high gear.


Re: A very touching dog rescue.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2021 10:07 PM

> And then that joyful shake!!!

And that gentle groan of exasperation and relief.

> How did your night with the doggies go??

WONDERFUL! Attached is a pic of them sleeping in, after a lovely night. They loved their visit, as usual, and slept like logs, their little paws drooping in the air from twitchy forelegs, bellies exposed in utter trust, and hind legs spread out.

Deek showed up around 2 PM. It was an amicable meetup, except right at the end when he made some offensive remark. To which I responded: “I don’t wanna hear it. You just can’t have a friendly few moments without coming up with something nasty to say. I’m going now, God bless you all, I hope you have a great day. And thanks again for trusting me with the pups.”

He then said thank-you, and wished me a good day, as well. And I stepped inside with one last glance at the sweet doggies. Though when he showed up to collect the dogs, he asked me if I got that $600 yet, that Newsom just gave out. I told him no, and I haven’t heard anything about another stimulus check. He said “all his friends” just got theirs, so he figured to ask me.

So I told him wait, let me check. Searched the web and found nothing, nor was there a deposit to my account. I did read one article, where some folks who never GOT their CA stimulus some months back, are getting them now. But that’s all I could make of it, and I returned downstairs to explain all that to Deek.

“Don’t worry, if I’m gonna get extra money from the government again, you’ll get half, as usual. But I suspect your ‘friends’ are collecting theirs late.”

He didn’t whine about it, in fact, just dropped it politely…which is quite an improvement. He’s due to show up tomorrow for his weekly allowance, so let’s see how things unfold. I certainly HOPE he’ll resume letting Flaco & Lucky stay over more frequently, as he has in the past. But since I’ve played all my cards, I’m now totally dependent on his decisions which, I hope, will be based on the important advice I’ve given him in recent months. At this point, I see no sense in repeating myself, laying down the same old cards.

I’ve played out my hand as best I could…the outcome no longer lies with the cards, but in the stars. Artemis bless ALL the canine critters in this world! I sent you a little something in the mail; it should arrive any day now.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Around a week ago, I dumped my dozens of pics of the mutts into the wallpaper folder, and got rid of any other images. I have them set to randomly change every 10 minutes. I’m deep in dog coo!


Subject: THE BRINDLEKIN HAVE RETURNED!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 24, 2021 10:24 PM

Deek just showed up, called to my window, asked for his allowance and invited me to have the pups over again. So I set up the box for Flaco to run right into, should she so desire…and of course left the door ajar so she could do just that, before running downstairs.

And there they were, leashed as always to the cart, ears alert with eager spirit to greet me once again: slobbery kisses and love bites. As I handed Deek the moolah, he reminded me to not let any bugs get in their food or water, or chemicals. And that they’re for me to ENJOY their company (as opposed to running away with them).

I said, “Aye, aye, captain. You know how much I love them, I guard them with my life and treat them like the angels they are.”

They were just bursting with love and kindness to be with me again, group hugs all around, ducky treats…then off to puppy dreamland they went, cozy as bugs in a rug. Lucky made a huge deal with preparing his nest, plumping it here, fluffing it there, snatching parts between his tiny jaws, setting the blankets up, and one jacket just so, with decisive snorts…before he finally plopped right down with a doggie grunt of comfort.

Before she zonked out for the night, I told Flaco “come here” as I half-reclined at the opposite end of the cot. She looked at me with ears perked up like the most wonderful thing in the universe just happened: an invite to cuddle up with me! So she swiftly clambered over Lucky, and plunked herself firmly by my side with a loving pressure. While intently gazing at Lucky with a cautious eye, to be sure he wouldn’t usurp her throne: resting by her paws was the most she’d allow. Not that Flaco was mean about it, in any way…she was just PROUD to be the one to guard me from all danger!

But Lucky wasn’t the least bit nonplussed over Flaco’s charade, being the kind brother he is. For his happiness so much depends on hers, first.

Now wasn’t it just moments ago I had prayed to Artemis for all the pups in the world, and reflected upon Deek’s turning a new leaf, with a sincere wish to have the dogs hovel more often? In fact, good doctor, he appeared on the sidewalk below within MINUTES after sending off my last missive to you!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2021 2:15 PM

…IS the important lesson.

Deek finally showed up to pick up the doggies, just a few moments ago. Lucky was NOT interested in eating breakfast, until right after I donned their leashes and was ready to bring them downstairs. So I left them upstairs to allow Lucky the few minutes it takes to eat his meal, and just brought Deek a fresh supply of kibble and canned food. Told him they’ll be down shortly, as Lucky decided to nosh at the last moment.

He then said, “Shhh! Everybody hears you!”

I replied (in a calm voice throughout) that no, they do not. Besides, it is YOU who made all our affairs public by broadcasting lies about me. Thanks to you EVERYone in the Castro knows I help take care of your pups. Besides which, YOU have made false accusations against me several times and in front of other street people. Which creates animosity towards me, and places my life in danger. So get off your high horse.

“I never did no such thing,” he retorted.

I told him then: you need to own up to your wrongs, but nonetheless it is extraordinary how you trust me with your dogs so much, and I credit you with many OTHER good things, in spite of your almost constant insults and badmouthing me before others.

“Alright, alright,” he responded. “Thanks for all the good things you do.”

I then returned hovel to deliver the dogs to him, and gave Flaco extra hugs because I could see how much she wanted to return upstairs.

The best approach at this stage is (I concluded) to just not allow Deek’s insults to get to me. Seeing as they are far fewer and between than ever…as well as less extreme. Plus, it’s bad for my own state of mind to do otherwise. He has made GREAT strides regardless, such that he’s a DIFFERENT and BETTER person, compared to the recent past. And it will only get better. I asked him how his own little vacation went, while I sat the dogs, and he actually said with a smile, “really nice,” instead of his usual snarky whine or shrug of the shoulders.

The ending of Flaco’s last cycle of false pregnancy about three weeks ago seems to have been the turning point. I guess because he finally knew for certain, that I did NOT accidentally get her inseminated. And from my perspective, it showed me HE did not allow her to get pregnant, either.

Lucky woke me early this morning, because he started to puke again. Though this time it was only twice, and very little…as well as a cinch to clean up. After his first upchuck, I knew I had to move really fast to get them outside, as Lucky was nervously pacing the floor and kept standing up to gaze out the window: his way of telling me he needs to do his thing. But I had to do MY thing first, so unfortunately he had to wait longer than either of us wanted.

Upon returning several minutes later, I saw he had puked again…but not anywhere on the floor; it was on a sheet of newspaper near the sink. Which was unexpected, because he usually chooses to vomit near the window, the furthest distance from my cot. He’s a smart and thoughtful (and impeccably neat) little pup!

Then I had to put my shoes on, don a jacket and hat, snatch up several poop bags, and put their collars and leashes back on. The dogs are so patient!

Finally, we stepped out and Lucky immediately expelled a generous glob of yellow-brown diarrhea right beside the Platanus acerifolia out front. I just left it there, because you CAN’T use poop bags on puddles.

Then, a minute later on the corner of Noe & 16th, he released another glob, though of lesser quantity thank Zeus. I was about to return the poop bag to my pocket, when this crew-cut jock walked by, obviously on his way to Fitness SF, as indicated by the athletic duffel sack swinging from a shoulder. So I decided to stand around with the poop bag hanging from my fingers, until he got a good distance away. I didn’t want him to witness my leaving the feces on the sidewalk, because I know how catty Castro queers can be. Once I saw him start to cross Market, I then shoved the poop bag back into my jacket and moved on. But wouldn’t you know, Wattson:

Within seconds I heard him holler, “Pick up that dog shit!” from the far corner, with a stereotypical, whiny-nasal gay timbre to his voice. So I shouted back: “I can’t, it’s diarrhea!” Of course he didn’t apologize, but just entered the gym. Meanwhile, I reached the nearby newspaper rack, extracted a free printout, and returned to Lucky’s second plop to cover it with a folded sheet of the Bay Area Reporter, the most popular and widely distributed LGBT newspaper in all the world.

This is what I mean by San Franciscan rudeness: most people go out of their way to be snotty or downright vile. Look at all the hatred flung at me for my many, kind and brave deeds to spare the lives of two, darling mutts! Hardly a one commends me.

But the solution is not to let this get to me, and instead, keep my eye on the prize, not the obstacles. For these obstacles lie within my own mind, that is: I am free to choose whether or not to allow them to block me from achieving my goals. Besides, dwelling on the hostility of others only serves to sour my world and ruin my day. And Deek, my main bodhisattva in this chapter of my life, is obviously my greatest teacher in this matter.

The recent curtailing of his attacks upon yours truly indicates that this particular lesson is almost accomplished. Much to my relief. Were it not for my love of Flaco & Lucky, I would NEVER have persevered. I thus conjecture that THAT is the precise REASON for Deek bringing them into my life. Well, in addition to showering me with so much love. Meanwhile:

Another nuisance I forgot to mention about the Hohokum smoke shop punks, is they toss firecrackers out the door late at night, every now and then. They did it last night, upsetting both the dogs and myself. And I wonder why the building manager looks away from their many offenses. Hence, I speculate:

Did Kevin’s quasi-reconciliation with me come from a wish not to have his possible “cozy” situation with Hohokum exposed? That is: could he be involved with their illegal escapades more deeply than I realize? And could this also tie in with the nasty behavior of Myrtle & son, with whom Kevin sided for a time?

At any rate, as I was bringing myself and the pups hovel, I crossed paths with Kevin, outside the front gate. He was friendly enough to the doggies, and myself, noting Flaco’s barking at the folks entering and leaving the Super Duper burger shop. “They don’t even know WHAT they’re barking at!” he exclaimed. So I corrected him:

“No, she smells all that good food, and is demanding they share some with her.”

He laughed at that, said “Well who can blame them?” We then wished each other a nice afternoon, then off we went our separate ways. The best part of my day (when the pooches are visiting) is when I release them halfway up the stairs, to wildly dash to my room…and, if the door is locked, watch them run madly up and down the hallways, play-fighting/tumbling with each other. They absolutely love it! But when I DO leave the door ajar, they scoot directly inside, jump on the bedding and wrestle with each other in canine glee.

To think unbounded joy could grace my hovel after so many years of a rather difficult residency, is simply astounding. But there it is.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Texting with Wattson – 6/25/21

Pic 1 (large version)

Pic 2 (large version)

Voice recording #1 (by Zeke): “One with the teeth, the other with the tongue.”

Voice recording #2 (by Wattson): “It’s a dog’s life.”

Mystery box video

Pic 3 (large version)

Pic 4 (large version)

Pic 5 (large version)

Pic 6 (large version)


Re: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2021 3:36 PM

> A good report, all in all.

Far less antagonism than what has been his usual behavior until recently. He also shows up much cleaner these days. Most outstanding was when he informed me he got vaccinated, and even went so far as to SHOW me his card. Which is now laminated, but I keep forgetting to show him. But also: never ONCE have I seen the pups less than immaculate and in good health, whenever Deek brings them over. And they’re ALWAYS incredibly cheerful. So that ALSO is to his credit.

> I’m loving the pics of the doggies; some of them are true prize-winners.

I’m sure there are tons more superb stills buried within my plethora of doggy videos. Can’t wait to start going through them!

> And oh, you sneaky sonofagun! I just popped in the wee SD card that arrived with Christmas wishes yesterday, and WOW!!!!

I found two boxes of those Xmas cards on the back porch, and realized they’ll come in useful. Another bonus of Myrtle & son’s timely departure. Along with four lovely, transparent, frosted-green bowls. And a ceramic kitchen knife. See attachment.

> A veritable cornucopia of Gene Wolfe, including Island of Dr. Death (and Death of Dr. island) and more, more, more!!!!!!

I even included a standalone epub reader on that chip. So everything can be read off that card, on ANY Windoze system. Enjoy!

– Zeke

P.S.: I miss the pooches already, their sweetness is unsurpassable.


Re: NOT to let it get to me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 26, 2021 9:25 PM

Speaking of not letting things get to me:

THIS crowd below my window Friday and Saturday nights, starting around 8 and going until 1 AM or later:

Post vaccination, so many denizens are dying to hang out at that stupid gay bar down the street. As if it were anything special, BUT IT’S SNOT (typo intended)! SO MUCH NOISE happens in front of my building, for countless different reasons; it’s UNBELIEVABLE! This corner is like a cacophony vortex. Always has been, long as I can remember.

P.S.: Doesn’t help when an outdoor grill is set up right below my window! It was the sizzling and charred odor that alerted me to this additional nuisance.



The Final Chapter (part 13)

June 12, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17m]

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

Canine lebensraum!


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

> Good strategy!

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

> Possible they know each other already?

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

> I like this a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

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


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

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

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

“Oh, I hardly see Dominic any more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——– Original Message ——–

Subject: Want A Free Year of Chronic Internet ?
Date: 2021-06-02 17:03
From: Chronic Crew <sales@chronic.com>
To: <ezekielk@chronic.net>

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

–end message

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

– Zeke K-Holmes

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

What a hunk o’ love!

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

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

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

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

IT PAYS TO BE POOR!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

https://www.trustedreviews.com/reviews/dell-ultrasharp-2407wfp-24in-widescreen

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

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

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

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

– Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin-Holmes,
consulting queer detective extraordinaire

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


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

> I guarantee they’re not all heterosexual.

I didn’t say they were!

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

> What they have in common is arrogance and stupidity.

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

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

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

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

As is its stepchild, PATRIOTISM.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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


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

Spam, deceptive practices and scams

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

How this affects your channel

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

And here is my reply:


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

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

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

[pause]

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


We have reviewed your appeal for the following content:

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

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

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

Death devils, the lot of ’em.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1I5-DrgzE0wfdF7AwtAnwiCI2nLRVrj4f/view?usp=sharing


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

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

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

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

> Quite literally, you attack me,

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

> because I won’t attack your enemies.

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

> That is my one and only crime.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> All the while proving them right for hating you.

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

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

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

> I won’t fight you Zeke,

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

> because I don’t hate you,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

> IT IS COMPASSIONATE THAT YOU INDULGE HIM.

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

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

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

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

> It’s his favorite insult.

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

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

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


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

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

Click here to watch the video.

Description:

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Long-suffering, patience and compassion are key.

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


The Final Chapter (part 11)

May 26, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17k]

Subject: Broke down, got the Moto E from Amazon.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 23, 2021 8:04 AM

$49, locked into Tracfone, comes with a SIM card, arrives May 28th. But I SHOULD be able to use the card I already bought. So I’m out a hundred dollars, and I may probably squeak by with my remaining funds for the month (including two more $60 allowance payments to Deek). I’ll look over my bank account in the next few days, to see if I’ll need your assistance to get me through. Thanks, Wattson.

Enough with this unlocked phone crap, and US Mobile’s sketchy delivery. If I want a phone from them, I have to be home to sign for the delivery, including via USPS. That makes me nervous, because they don’t always deliver if you’re not reachable via smartphone…they don’t even bother to press the buzzer at the gate. I’m not about to hang around the building outside to catch them, or keep poking my head out the window every two minutes. Amazon has been very efficient with delivery, for the most part…they keep it simple.

THEN I gotta deal with Comcast, which I do NOT look forward to. i may wind up shipping everything back, and just use public wifi again. Which would put an end to my affair with Internet home service. So long as another PLAGUE doesn’t fuck up my plans.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Comcast has been VERY responsive!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 23, 2021 12:49 PM

I was gonna wait till tomorrow, Monday, to start calling their support, but decided what-the-heck-i’ll-do-it-now. And I’m sure glad I did! After just under an hour on the phone with a VERY nice woman named Brenda, I can now log into my account online, and they’re sending a technician over TOMORROW MORNING between 9-11 AM. The problem is exactly what I suspected: they have to activate my cable hookup somewhere in my building…probably in the basement, where all those cables and wires are. YIPPEE!

Glad that Deek didn’t show up while I was on the telephone. But he did, just minutes after I hung up! Wanted me to watch the dogs, as I just gave him $60, upon which he said “I gotta do some stuff.” Ha-ha, wonder what that “stuff” is.

Anyway, I told him if for some reason the pups wind up staying overnight, to PLEASE return next morning before 9. As I’m having a Comcast technician over, and all pets should be removed from his or her presence. And the next day I’m to get my second shot. You just watch, good doctor, he WON’T show up tommorow morning, and I’ll have to barricade Flaco & Lucky in the alcove right outside my door. I’ll dump a few sleeping bags down, and block it with one of my wide storage bins. Hopefully, the techie will be fine with that. The visit should be no more than two hours.

And, should Deek not show up the NEXT morning, either, I’ll be forced to take the pooches with me, for my Moderna booster. Which means if he drops by while I’m not there, he may panic…and it could be an hour or more before I return. HOW HE ALWAYS MAKES THINGS DIFFICULT FOR ME, no matter what!

Anyway, it’s GREAT to have these angels with me again…and they are so happy, too! I let them off their leashes a quarter way up the stairs, and they immediately dashed off to my hovel. As I caught up with them, Lucky pranced back out to make sure I was following. Flaco showered me with kisses, as I hugged her with much delight. She always makes a point of saying “thank you” in so many ways…her waggy tail no less spontaneous with gratitude.

Interesting timing, eh, Wattson: Deek showing up right AFTER I got off the phone with Comcast. Obviously, the ongoing script of Brindlekin Tales is moving along splendidly, towards a jubilant climax and final act.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Leaving Chronic.net on a Good Note
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 23, 2021 4:48 PM

Just posted this in their “General” forum:


Subject: Thank you, Chronic, for your excellent Internet service!

I am soon leaving your service due to my low income, and switching to an ISP that offers a great deal for those who are eligible, under a gov’t subsidy. So my last post here is to thank you immensely for your dedicated customer service, and efficient and friendly technical support. But once I make my first million on my almost-completed novel (bound to become a global, if not intergalactic, success) you can bet I’ll be back, and subscribe to your ultra-premium service. Until then, I’ll recommend Chronic to anyone looking for the best ISP in this little corner of the universe. All glory to the hypnotoad!

That should make them happy.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Leaving Chronic.net on a Good Note
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 23, 2021 7:16 PM

> They should be paying YOU!

Well, of course. I will send them my bill when they least expect it. Here’s “Flaco Under Cover,” 1.5 minutes:


RE: I probably lost a friend to COVID
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: May 23, 2021 11:28 PM

On 2021-05-23 18:57, Carlyle Lambourne wrote:

> I think that to some degree, even with friends, human beings are still really to some degree islands never really fully connected to anything other than our own consciousness, which is the only thing which we can really, directly experience.

You can drive yourself INSANE by getting TOO philosophical about that kinda stuff! It is what it is, and the ego may rebel against it. But just do as much good as you can in life, and practice keeping a balance with your emotions, and all will be fine in the long run. Some say that life is meaningless, as does the existentialist…but you can CREATE your own meaning. So that’s what I’ve accomplished, only to conclude the only way I could get there is because life is actually NOT meaningless. And that’s one of the great messages in my Brindlekin Tales.

Speaking of islands, my friend John (who I thought had died, but just learned two days ago, did not) has become an island of Trump madness. While much relieved to discover he’s alive and kicking, I am also disgusted by his right-wing stupidity. Which seemed to have developed over the years, since his return to Philadelphia and old high-school chums. You may read his pathetic email to me, and my response, in my latest chapter.

I mulled over for a couple of days on how to respond, whether to just skirt around his obviously nasty ideology, address it with kindness, or just let him have it. I finally decided to let him have it, come hell or high water. If you want to get right to it, and just read those two emails, click on the chapter link, then search for “Chuck,” which is what I call him in my stories. Having read that, you can find my reply by searching for “let ‘er rip.”

> With the exception that occasionally with a life partner it does seem possible to literally share thoughts in a way that seems paranormal.

That is quite rare, but a tremendous blessing when it happens. I have never known that, but am now actually perfectly content any more, regardless. Because I have evolved in my awareness of what life is about, especially since two sweet little doggies have brought such joy and comfort into my life. So, there will come a time when I finally discover my life partner a.k.a. soulmate, in spite of my advanced age. And I know it will be WONDERFUL.

> I admit that if I had not been partnered, I might easily have become a hermit with little or no social life. That might not be so bad, if I were in a remote setting surrounded by nature – woods, streams, mountains, valleys. I don’t think that I’d need a lot of money, if I had Nature.

I could be quite happy with that kind of life, as well…and with a dog or two, or three, to keep me company, I’d be ecstatic!

> Sometimes, I would really like to just get away from the human race and lose myself in remote natural surroundings, but I cannot do that with a partner, since he would not adapt to isolation as well as I would. I think that I could like it, just fine, if it were just up to me.

EVERYthing has its pluses and minuses, though I’d say that acquiring a life partner is better than winning the lottery. Though wouldn’t it be stupendous if you had both?

> One friend who died recently, I had thought was very social and outgoing, but I learned from a another friend who had known him even longer, that before he was partnered, he was a homebody that never did much. It was his partner who brought him into an active social life (a bit like me).

True friendship can do that, whether it be a “life partner,” or a great “buddy.” Platonic friendships are also a blessing. Anyway, I got lotsa good news for ya, Carlyle:

– Relationship with Deek is markedly improved, which also creates a better, safer situation for the doggies. He trusts me more to watch over them, which means I’m having them visit more often.

– I’m switching my ISP to Comcast, thanks to their “Xfinity Essentials,” a gov’t subsidized program for the poor, where you get very cheap broadband, up to 50Mbps DL and 5Mbps UL, unlimited data, and tech troubleshooting/maintenance/repair at NO cost. I chose them over AT&T because I prefer to avoid what is by now “old school” DSL. Going the same route as dialup. Too many issues to deal with…including rainy days sometimes wreak havoc on the lines.

The cost is only $10/month plus taxes and surcharges. And all new customers get the first two months free. But now that the Fed gov’t has started the Emergency Broadband Benefit (EBB) program, which pays $50/month towards their Internet service, to all who are eligible, my Xfinity will be entirely FREE until that EBB program comes to an end. It’s temporary, but will probably go on for well over three months.

I ordered the self-install kit and got everything set up and working within an hour. But two problems arose: Comcast would let me sign up for an account online, claiming I’m not in their records! Which is ridiculous, because they APPROVED me for Xfinity Essentials just several days after I filled out all the forms and sent them proof of my eligibility (a pic of my Medi-Cal card, in my case). My conclusion is that they failed to transfer my info into their customer database.

The other problem was that my cable outlet was not active. It has NEVER been used since it was installed over 20 years ago! At least, that was my hunch, which turned out to be correct, after talking with a Comcast representative who was VERY nice, and got BOTH issues cleared up for me, just shy of an hour. That was earlier today. A cable guy is coming out tomorrow morning to get my line activated, and then I should be good to go!

– Losing my landline, because it was part of the bundle with my Sonic ADSL service. You could NOT get Internet alone, as their contract with AT&T to use their lines, required them to include phone service. I’m having some difficulty in finding a low-rate cell service that isn’t crap, so I broke down and ordered a Tracfone, and a month of unlimited text and talk (plus 3GB data). I know their service sucks, but I need to buy more time to settle into the RIGHT cell service for me. Which will probably be US Mobile, really good rates, you can build your own plan, top extra data you might need one month. For $12/month I can get unlimited talk and text, plus 1GB data. Or I can build my own, such as: 75 mins. call, 100 texts, and 50MB date for just $5.

I hardly make phone calls, and texting is zilch. But for Amazon delivery, that will come in handy…so maybe I’d use anywhere from 1 to 5 texts on any given month. I really don’t need data, but I can always adjust the plan anyway I want. I’m thinking maybe whenever Comcast is down, I could top up my data a few gigs, in order to stay on the ‘net. And I can do that immediately, via their app. If I want to go whole hog, the unlimited everything plan is just $35/month, which includes a whopping 30GB data.

But with FREE or just $10/month Internet, I can easily afford their highest-end plan, anyway. Which is GREAT! I will NOT be taking my phone outside, I’ll just leave it at home. So the only REASON I’d need a lot of data, is if Comcast goes down more than I’d like. My biggest data needs are uploading my videos, and watching videos, movies, TV shows. But the last two I don’t consider necessary, that is, I can live without ’em. So I’m gonna start on the low end re. my smartphone plan.

US Mobile has excellent customer service, unlike any of the Obama phone ones, which are REALLY crappy. The phones they give out for free are impressive, but it’s their service that stinks. That’s why I’m not bothering with that option…tons of customer complaints re. overcharges, wiping out your minutes, text or data, etc. I have not found ONE Obama service that is NOT poorly rated. Besides, I’d actually be spending LESS with US Mobile, than with Lifeline…assuming I’d build my own low-end package.

If I wind up needing to use so much data, I’ll need a larger screen. The only thing I could find on Amazon is an external device for around $20. It’s just a large, plastic lens on a stand…but that would work! There are possibly Bluetooth displays out there, but I haven’t found any so far. There are HDMI ones, but I won’t have a smartphone with that kind of port. With a larger screen and my Bluetooth keyboard and mouse, I’d be set. ALWAYS important to have a backup for those times when your ISP goes down.

But I also can access either of two public wifi spots just below my building, one on each side. The reception is very good from my room…that is, with a wifi extender. But I need to get the password for each place, so I think I’ll pop down to both of them, soon, and order a snack and sit down and use their online service. Small price to pay, to have their access from my hovel, in an emergency. Plus, I ALWAYS run a VPN with a kill switch.

– I have converted ALL my chapters thus far, into digital narrations. Took quite awhile, and hard work tweaking each chapter to be compatible with the software…59 chapters to get through! Since that radio host abruptly stopped reading my tales, I figured I’d have to do it myself. I WAS planning to download each chapter he read, and upload to my Youtube channel. Alas, that didn’t go very far. But after putting off reading them myself for several months (which would prove to be an exhausting venture that I shunned), it finally hit me: NARRATE THEM IN DIGITAL VOICE! So now I’m caught up with converting all chapters, and only need to turn each one into voice mode as I publish my latest. So I’m now up to my 63rd chapter, still with no end in sight. Looks like the third book of my trilogy may turn out to be three times larger than the first two books combined! I just can’t bear to have it go beyond a trilogy, and into a fourth and even fifth novel! I just love the idea of a trilogy, a.k.a. “trinity.”

You’ll see in my “Brindlekin Tales” section how I display each chapter with a [narration] link next to each one.

The quality of the voice is more than good enough for hearing impaired folks to enjoy…along with anyone who just loves audio books. Though some day soon, people will catch on to my tales, and voluntarily create narrations in their own voices. I may also hire one or more professional narrators to read my stories…once the moolah comes rolling in. Though I imagine by the time that happens, there will be growing numbers of my admirers who will gladly take over this work for me, at no cost. That will also include film animations and various other expressions of media, such as plays and philosophical debates over my Bodhisattva Premise.

Anyway, Carlyle, thought I’d share with you some of the interesting things going on in my world, lately. I have never felt better or more self-assured in my entire life, than I do now. And it all comes down to two, sweet little pooches who have triggered this transformation. If Jesus really does exist, I’m certain he’d return as a dog!

My tales WILL rock the world…and make it a much better place for everyone, in the process.

– Ezekiel


Subject: Cable guy (Said) was here, very nice fellow, but…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 12:26 PM

…it looks like they’ll need to replace the cable from the main box (which is on the top floor), to my dwelling. Because for some unknown reason, my cord has been cut. So, Said (pronounced “sah-eed”) called his supervisor, who will get in touch with me in two or three days, to arrange the replacement. Onward and upward!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Cable guy (Said) was here, very nice fellow, but…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 1:02 PM

> Lawd have mercy.

I know! Just one thing after another…an exhausting, uphill slog to get even the simplest thing done! Talk about cutting it close to being withOUT any Internet service for awhile! My Chronic.net account will expire on June 5th.

Before Said arrived, I laid out newspaper over my floor, because I don’t want shoes on in my hovel, and Americans are generally obstinate about being asked to remove them IN YOUR OWN HOME. He had unscrewed the cable from my gateway, to make sure it was working right. It is, but he failed to screw it back in. I had a terrible time connecting it in the first place, now I’m back to square one trying to screw it back on. You have to press down REALLY hard and start turning the nut clockwise, while never releasing pressure for even a blip of a moment. Just spent a half hour trying to screw it back on, but still no success. Don’t know WHY they make it so difficult, they’re just threads! And, get this:

I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A PHONE to arrange the cable replacement. Or even any Internet!

Yesterday evening Amazon emailed me to say my Tracfone will arrive early tomorrow morning, instead of Friday. Well, the original order said it would arrive this Tuesday, if I purchase it within so many hours, which I did. Now it’s supposed to show up today, which it has YET to do…and it’s no longer “early.” And around three hours ago, I got a “welcome” message from Tracfone, saying that the phone comes with their SIM card for one month of unlimited text and calls, plus 2GB data. I think if I don’t activate it, it will be good for any other month. Which would be great, as I can then use my already-activated card that I bought a couple of days ago. If such be the case, I’ve wasted only $10, not $42.

Certainly, one thing I’m NOT gonna do, is use automated payment with Tracfone. I don’t want them to have their claws in my bank account. I’ll just purchase a new SIM each month…if I even use their service longer than 60 days.Their approach is to cancel your present phone number you have with them, if you fail to set up a NEW SIM before the previous one is depleted. They don’t even give you a day’s grace! That’s obviously because they REALLY want you to switch to auto-pay.

Their cheapest unlimited deal is $20 (plus 1GB data), so of course Walgreens doesn’t sell that one…but only the NEXT least expensive, which is $10 more! I really don’t wanna spend that much in the long run, since I rarely even USE my phone. However, thanks to Comcast, I may NEED unlimited talk for two or three weeks.

I finally got around to applying for the EBB, which required a pic of my Medi-Cal card, my California ID, AND my Social Security card. I got accepted into the program three days later, which is today. They give you a unique application ID, which you use to hook into your Xfinity account. However, when you load the page Xfinity has set up to get that done, it says: “Your request couldn’t be processed at this time. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please give us a call at 1-800-XFINITY for assistance.”

So again, I’ll have to phone them and go through hoops to get beyond their gauntlet of automated options, in order to speak with a HUMAN representative! What a grind.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: My latest emails to Chuck are bouncing back again, including my “Let ‘er rip” piece. Maybe Kismet has decided on her own, to free me from any further contact with the fool. Once a friend, / But now a fiend. / It has to end, / I must be weaned.


Subject: Another idiot in my building…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 1:33 PM

…is very annoyed at the pups. They bark wildly whenever he passes them with his two chihuahuas…which happens maybe once every other month. The last time I brought the pups hovel, he was at the 2nd floor hallway, holding each of his little dogs in his arms, and remarked as we came up the stairs with Flaco & Lucky barking: “This is too much!” That was several days ago.

So, this morning we crossed paths again, and I stopped to explain that I’m sorry my doggies barked at his, but they don’t bark any more at people in the building. It takes them longer to adapt, because this pandemic has made our hallways and lobby silent and empty most of the time…so it took longer for them to calm down. But even more rarely, do they see other dogs inside, so it will take even longer for them to adapt to that. Unless he takes some time to acquaint his pups with them.

He then cut me off, said he’s seen the dogs outside, and they’re always barking like mad with their homeless owner. (Which is NOT true, as regards the “always” part.) Before I could point out that their behavior outdoors is because they’re protecting him from all the crazies, and the chaotic streets…that is not how they behave in the building…he took off in a huff, and quickly descended the stairs: “I beg to differ, that is not what I see!”

His problem is he really wants nothing to do with me, because of the gossip I’ve had to suffer at 9666 Market for decades. My attempt to talk with him today put him on the spot, and it looks like he’d rather keep projecting enmity, than respect my friendly attempt to resolve the issue. Which is really a NON-issue; he’d rather play the drama queen. He has never seen the dogs NOT bark, because he’s always with the chihuahuas when my pups pass by. Had they been with me this morning, he’d’ve seen them NOT kicking up a ruckus, because he was minus his own pooches. Conclusion:

He’s just a smug, snotty POS who’d rather stir up crap about me, than understand my point…which is my mutts are doing really well when it comes to spending time in this building. He has basically accused me of lying. Well, maybe I’ll just give him a friendly hello whenever he goes by, from now on. Let’s see him blow his stack!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Another idiot in my building…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 1:47 PM

> Kill ’em with kindness.

The deadliest weapon of all!


Subject: Deek took the dogs with him last night. :(
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 3:35 PM

When he dropped over yesterday, early evening, he said to keep the pups inside, and come downstairs. He wanted me to recharge his Bluetooth speaker, another much smaller speaker, and a new smartphone. He said thank you, and he’ll be back in a few hours to take his stuff and pick up the doggies. I suggested they stay till next morning, it’s healthy to give them a break from the cold nights. He waved his hand mockingly, smirked and said no, they’ll come with me.

So, by 10:30 PM he returned, to pick everything up. I was hoping he’d change his mind but, nope, Flaco & Lucky went with him, too. But before he departed, I reminded him that in two days I’m scheduled to get my second shot, so I won’t be around till the afternoon that day. He then remarked:

“That vaccine will make you sick!”

“No it won’t make me sick,” I replied. “It’s very IMPORTANT to get that second dose.”

“Well, I had a friend who got those shots,” he elaborated, “said he felt like SHIT for a buncha days after.”

“Oh, I’m ready for that possibility,” I retorted, now realizing he meant a common side effect. “I’ll take feeling like crap, like I’m coming down with the flu for two or three days, any time over NOT being vaccinated.”

To my surprise he added, “But then he felt fantastic, better than he ever did before!”

I was pleased he wasn’t playing the anti-vax shtick this time around, and was sort of acknowledging the covid vaccine is a good thing. Then he wished me a good night, with god’s blessing…and I did the same. Off they trotted, all three, with Flaco glancing back at me several times before they reached the opposite corner. If only they could’ve stayed overnight!

At any rate, I’m not gonna let any of this get me flustered. I’m the winner here; reality just hasn’t caught up yet. But it will, and soon. So where the fuck is my smartphone? I WANT MY SMARTPHONE, I wanna get the ball rolling on this! Why is such a simple upgrade to my life such a complicated, burdensome matter? You’d think I was waiting on the Holy Grail to show up! Imagine that:

Some knight of yore on his sacred quest, actually stumbles upon the Holy Grail and, as he lifts it to his eyes, discovers a Tracfone stashed within, buzzing like mad to be answered…there’s a message just for him! But of course he doesn’t KNOW how to answer it, nor that it should even BE answered at all…the entire concept is alien! He concludes it is the devil’s work, so orders his horse to crush it under a hoof. And with that, the actual grail vanishes like a wisp of fog in his hand. He will tell his story to no one.

– Zeke K-Holmes


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Subject: Moto E smartphone = very nice! And I now have a new phone #.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 25, 2021 4:38 PM

Before I start this missive, you should know: I GOT MY 2ND MODERNA SHOT THIS MORNING!!

I FINALLY have a new phone number, and wanted to surprise you with a quick call and a text, but the only number you gave me, I’m guessing is long defunct. Or at least, there doesn’t seem to be a voicemail option. The robo-responder said: “The wireless number you are trying to reach is not available at this time. Please try again later.”

At any rate, I am not asking for your new(er) number, if you are not comfortable giving it out. We already have frequent email correspondence.

I’m impressed with the quality and features of this Moto E. Latest Android build: 10. It’s actually a “phablet,” which I much appreciate, because larger screen. Includes wifi calling and tethering (though you can’t tether w/Tracfone, no big dealie). 2GB RAM, 32 gig storage (with 22 gigs freed up, after Android’s needs)…plenty of room for my use!

Since my account is “no contract,” I can easily downgrade to fewer minutes and texts…which would cost me as little as $10/month. Or even less, if I pay in 3-month allotments. As it now stands, I spent $50 for a beautiful smartphone that includes Tracfone’s one month of unlimited calls and text, plus 2GB data. That plan is $20/month, so I got the phone for just $30…and it’s a keeper.

If it turns out I really need high data access on a regular basis, there’s always US Mobile’s excellent, flexible plans! But at least for now, I have plenty of time on my hands, to decide whether or not I like Tracfone, and if not, switching over won’t be based on a desperate deadline, as it was this first time around. I WILL, however, have to purchase another phone, because the Moto E is locked into Tracfone. US Mobile also sells that model, but for $150.

I also have a Google phone number, which I’ve never used, but it may prove cost-saving in the long run. I think I’ll use it for non-critical contacts, and keep THIS phone number mostly for online banking, shopping, and some fee-based Internet services, such as my Idrive backup service and Private Internet Access VPN. Oh, and also for 2FA security, of course.

I CERTAINLY won’t post it to any MCN list, just as I won’t post my Comcast addie there, either.

Comcast is sending another technician out tomorrow morning, to get that new cable installed. Hopefully, I’ll be on the Xfinity ‘net some time soon!

Things are moving so fast for me, my head is spinning! Comcast support and techies have been REALLY nice.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Moto E smartphone = very nice! And I now have a new phone #.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 25, 2021 8:26 PM

> Oh, that number has been dead and buried for years!

I thought so.

> Here’s the cell #.

Okay, thanks. I just sent you a text for the heck of it.

> My phone is similar to yours, a Motorola. I like it a lot.

Impressive quality for their low-end models. I’m happy with my Moto. The fingerprint ID option is very “handy,” hardy har-har. I like this Motorola phone, but I can’t place a finger on exactly why! Wait a minute, I can, I can!

> I use Tracfone, and they’re mostly just fine.

I had no idea…a classy empress like you! It’s “the people’s phone.” So tell me, Wattson, do you use autopay? And if so, have you had any problems with it?

> though customer service can get a little dicey at times. I’ve heard roosters crowing, dogs barking, pigs grunting and babies crying in the background on some of my calls.

Wow! I had no idea. Phone support is always my last resort (as I’m sure it is yours) so thank deity for Reddit, which has a Tracfone sub! What are the reasons you’ve had to call them, if I may so inquire, good physician?

> Of course, I have nothing against people who must struggle to make a living, but sometimes there’s a “colloquialism” barrier that makes me wish for a regular old Murrican!

That’s stunningly dystopian! Of course, if you apply my Bodhisattva Premise to that, you will conclude they are actually trickster angels at a posh service center, having a riot pulling your leg! Probably enjoying a gourmet repast gratis of their employer (and served three times daily), while playing farm animal recordings in the background.

> Welcome to the Moderna Club!

And proud OF it! I’ve already taken a pic of my vaccine card, copied it to my main drive, then backed it up to an external drive and two cloud services: Google Drive and Idrive. Also, copied it to my new smartphone…and the other two phones, for good measure. AND my tablet. So I think I have all bases covered! Well, ALMOST all, as I still have to get the actual card laminated!

I’ve had three people in the past several days warn me that I’ll probably feel sick for awhile after my 2nd Moderna shot. {That would be Brenda from Comcast’s phone support, Deek, and a worker at a Cambodian-family-run health food store this morning.) I had done some reading up on this last night, and it turns out EITHER variant can make you feel shitty, just as flu shots do for some. But I think there’s a sort of class warfare going on, where those who claim Pfizer, feel superior to those who’ve been “Moderna-ized,” as if the “M” shots were reserved for the downtrodden.

Perhaps elitist clubs and gated neighborhoods will form, where only Pfizer types will be welcome. Maybe that will expand further, into a class split between “Pfizerians” and “Modernians,” like H.G. Wells’ Eloi and Morlocks! So it will no longer be enough to just get your two shots, but which ONE you were injected with will be the determining factor as to who IS, or isn’t, a pariah! It is not clear at this time, where the “Johnsonians” will end up in the pecking order. We will just have to wait and see. But this latest faux class warfare will make the “Maskers vs. Anti-Maskers” fiasco look like a picnic in Tahiti!

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Re: Moto E smartphone = very nice! And I now have a new phone #.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 7:25 AM

> I am known for my common touch. It’s why my people love me so much.

No argument here, Your Most Esteemed & Glorious Potentate!

> Well, I ordered a cheap little flip phone online for Derrick and Diane (before he so sadly died), and when it arrived it refused to recognize the very strong Verizon signal around here. Spent a couple of hours on the phone with customer service trying to get them to send a replacement that would work here. No dice. So I called the local Rite Aid, and a gal there said they carried flip phones, set one aside for me, and it worked! Meanwhile, I had packed up the first one to send back, and put it on a shelf preparatory to mailing it off the next day. A few hours later, I heard a most mysterious and faintly ominous little music-box tune, like something out of a Chuckie flick, coming from I knew not where. Could not locate the source of the little tune, which went silent after a minute or so. Was I going insane? Did I have a brain tumor? Leprechauns? When it happened again, I went to the box on the shelf: I had, when messing around with the phone, set an alarm.

Well THAT was a letdown; I was hoping you’d say someone’s miniaturized head sprung out, a la “It’s a Good Life!”

> That’s the most plausible explanation.

My Bodhisattva Premise has ALL the right answers! There is no question it cannot answer, no Gordian Knot it cannot unravel, and no frothy mocha latte it cannot perfect. Take that, Starbucks!

> I didn’t get any side effects at all. But the Iron Empress never does.

There ARE no miserable days for the Iron Empress. Woe to any herbalist who claims otherwise, and tries to sell her the farm! As for yours truly, it’s now morning (I set aside composing this email), my left shoulder is now sore, and my arm rotted overnight and plopped juicily to the floor the moment I arose. It doesn’t even stink. So I don’t see all the brouhaha some people make over the Moderna vaccine! I have voice recognition, and it works very well.

> We Morlocks will get the last laugh. As we always do.

Right; we run the underground, much like the Mafia. But we are still sad, for the loss of our glorious queen some four years ago, who perished in the Millienial Molting Wars. Long live her noble and esteemed majesty, Mary Tyler Morlock!

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: BTW, did you know that “Morlock” is a legitimate surname? See: https://www.mylife.com/mary-morlock/e613417623438


Subject: My Xfinity Account Will Soon Be Canceled!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 9:21 AM

Another cable guy, Lester, dropped by, who I expected to hook up a new cable to my hovel. But he told me Comcast wasn’t being honest because they never told me there IS no service for this block, and the next one over. So I asked what that was all about with the other cable guy fussing with the cable box upstairs? He said it’s not a Comcast node, he’s been working in this area of the city for years, and knows which blocks have Comcast service, and which don’t. And that NO ONE in my building uses Comcast, nor do any of the businesses below, though they’d like to.

And that he’s sorry to tell me this, but he will cancel my account for me, to save me the trouble! So I replied:

“So much for Internet Essentials…I’m NOT gonna use AT&T. But thanks for your honesty, I guess you work is done here; you didn’t even need to come by.”

He said no problem, and that’s all she wrote! But I wonder why the building manager didn’t know about this; you’d think he would! So I left a voicemail for him, telling him the weird and unexpected situation just foisted upon me. Now, if he says that’s not true, some residents DO use Comcast here, I’m gonna bust a gut! However, I just looked through all active wifi points on my network and, sure enough, no Xfinity…except two, very weak, 1-bar nodes.

So whaddya think of that, Wattson? My hopes keep getting dashed, it’s like a roller coaster ride! Actually, I just might have NO choice but to go AT&T, and their program for the poor is REALLY crappy. For one, I’ll be stuck with DSL. Not good.

The other alternative is to rely solely on a smartphone with generous monthly data amounts. That would be US Mobile. However, that means yet ANOTHER expense, and no longer using my NEW Tracfone device or service! And I wouldn’t be able to use a large screen, because tethering is an extra expense.

Back to public wifi for me, I suppose! Can’t even use dialup any more! “Internet Essentials” is costing me money and headaches.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Building manager just called me, and says HE uses Comcast from his apartment! So now what do I do?


Re: My Xfinity Account Will Soon Be Canceled! UPDATE
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 10:51 AM

I just posted the following missive to an online form called “Send Tom Feedback,” which is located here:

https://support.xfinity.com/svp-contact-form

–begin:

I am stymied! I was supposed to have a Comcast tech come by today at 9 AM, to replace an old cable that connects to my unit, because it wasn’t letting me get online. He DID show up (name of Lester), and just told me that Comcast isn’t being honest, that there is NO service for this block, and the next one over! So why did the OTHER tech who came by three days ago (Said) look at the cable box upstairs, to discover my cable had been cut, and it needs to be replaced? He said he’ll arrange with his supervisor to send another tech out in two or three days…and that would be Lester. Bad enough, but I believed Lester, who offered to cancel my account for me (to save me the trouble), so I said okay…now, I wish I hadn’t.

Once Lester departed (after spending just a few minutes to tell me the bad news) I spoke with my building manager, who said HE uses Comcast for his Internet service! So what the heck is going on here? I may soon have my Internet Essentials account CANCELED, and have no more Internet from home. Because the service I was using, I arranged to have shut down by June 5th…and I can NOT afford to resume their business. That would be Sonic’s basic DSL service, which was costing me $73/month, including the landline phone.

I was HOPING to make a smooth transition from one service to another, but this is a can of worms! FYI I now have a smartphone, so my present number registered with Comcast will also be defunct by June 5th. My NEW number is 415-[xxx-xxxx]. I have JUST verified that number on my Xfinity account…which I guess will be canceled very soon, unless someone at Comcast intervenes!

–end

I have used this page twice before, to post a compliment for how helpful phone support and tech maintenance was. But after sending that off, I contacted phone support again, and spoke with “Ava,” who was also excellent in dealing with my bizarre situation. She assured me my account will NOT be canceled, and arranged to have a supervisor come out tomorrow morning. I also got my account updated with my new phone number. Yay!

So I posted another “Send Tom Feedback” missive, complimenting how well Ava handled my ridiculous outcome this morning, saying she really made my day, her help was outstanding…and she guaranteed my account will NOT be canceled. I think this Tom fellow (who is listed as “Tom K.” at the top of that page) is “Tom Karinshak, Executive Vice President and Chief Customer Experience Officer, Comcast Cable:”

https://corporate.comcast.com/news-information/leadership-overview/tom-karinshak

My new smartphone is already saving the day for me! Though setting up 2FA on Amazon was a big flop, because they never TEXTED me the OTP (one time password), to verify! Made me worry that perhaps it was a Tracfone glitch, but now I don’t think so, ’cause I set up 2FA with my bank and Xfinity, and they both went off without a hitch. Anyway, I then tried to get Amazon to EMAIL me the OTP, but THAT didn’t work either! As a result, I became LOCKED OUT of my account!

So I had to send them a pic of my California ID, in order to be able to use their service again. First time around they rejected it, claiming my name and address was all they need to see on that card, not my face or ID number! So I then blacked that all out, and resent it…this time, it was accepted, and I’m back on Amazon. But I’ll tell you ONE thing, Wattson:

I’m never gonna try to set up 2FA with THEM again! Conclusion:

I’m getting really POPULAR with the Comcast family…maybe they’re enjoying my Brindlekin Tales behind my back!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Oh, and I saw Deek again…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 4:03 PM

…just for a few minutes, amid all this Comcast kerfuffle. He just wanted his devices recharged, but I took a few minutes patting and hugging the pooches. Flaco wanted SO badly to visit, it broke my heart once again. On top of that, Deek started mocking me, saying he doesn’t want me to get all mushy and kissy-poo with them. So I stood up, told him he needs to stop talking to me like that…I’m just being KIND to them! Then he pulled his Michael Savage shtick on me again, knowing how that annoys me no end. He said I can listen to him on the web. So I replied he’s an evil man that’s poisoned many minds. Then he retorted, how you never know when he’s gonna get all up in your face outta the blue.

I told him he did already, through HIM, just parroting the words of the devil, thinking he’s so clever doing that, but he’s not. At any rate, I told him to put it in a sock, I didn’t step out to be insulted. But it’s always good to see him and the dogs, and I hope you all have a lovely day. Then I went hovel, lugging the 20-lb. speaker up the stairs, along with a smartphone and two, raggedy old headsets, one of which won’t even connect with the USB plug, because its port is the wrong shape. Or, perhaps, it’s been damaged.

Deek seems determined to never have Lucky & Flaco over again…he’s at war with his own demons, mistaking them for me. But that’s how they operate, and Deek is just too clueless to know that. Though I’ve tried many times, to explain. I’d have given up on him months ago, if it weren’t for the doggies. Last night was BITCHIN’ cold, and knowing the pups were out there did NOT make me feel very well. I have utterly NO respect for Deek at this point, but I hide it well.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Oh, and I saw Deek again…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 4:21 PM

> Yes. For the sake of the doggies. They are SO worth it.

I feel like I’m wrestling with the devil, to preserve their lives. This is a wicked fellow.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Comments for Tom Karinshak
From: Comcast Support
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: May 26, 2021 2:25 PM

Dear Mr. Krahlin,

Thank you for contacting the Office of Tom Karinshak. My name is Janice, and I will be assisting you from here. What you described in your email is not the type of experience that I want for any of our customers. Trust that you have reached the right place to have your concerns addressed. As someone who works from home, I understand how important it is to not lose internet services.

After reviewing your account, I see that there is an appointment scheduled for Thursday 5/27/2021 from 9a-11a for a technician to complete the internet install, and I see that your phone number has been updated to 415-[xxx-xxxx]. I am sorry about the misinformation Lester gave you and I want to assure you that I have all the confidence in the technician that will arrive tomorrow to get your services up and running. I want to assure you that you will not have to worry about being without internet service.

After the technician leaves tomorrow if you are experiencing any issues please do not hesitate to respond and we will be happy to assist you. Just as a reminder you always have Xfinity.com and the Xfinity MyAccount App as great self-service options to help you out. Again, thank you so much for reaching out and letting me help you with this issue because we appreciate you and look forward to providing you services for many years to come.

Sincerely,
Janice M
The Office of Tom Karinshak


Subject: Google Voice works great!
From: Comcast Support
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: May 26, 2021 3:37 PM

With it, I can make and receive calls via wifi, though it will use data if that’s all you have at the moment. Set it for wifi calls on your smartphone (if you have that option), and you’ll save on calls, unless they’re unlimited. If GV proves to be that reliable, I can purchase a less expensive cell plan. With the smallest about of minutes…and texting as well, because I can use an app for that.

You can set up GV to send voicemails to your gmail address, including transcriptions. You can also record any conversation, if your party agrees to it. You can be alerted on your smartphone, as to any missed calls, and voicemail. But by July, you will no longer be able to forward your GV voicemail to your cell phone. You can even have GV use the number you have set up with them, to be the one for callers to respond to, in lieu of your cell number.

Anyway, you can also run GV on your PC or laptop…but it looks like using the Chrome browser sis the only way to go about it. Because I download a Windows app called “GVnotifier,” and it refused to install! So I loaded Chrome, tried to call my landline, but it said I need to activate the microphone. Looked at my seetings, which claim that the mic is working, but when I test it, it says it only gets a level 0, which means it’s off. So I clicking on the troubleshooting link, and it says “error!” Anyway, here’s my Google number…which works fine on my smartphone.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I feel SLIGHTLY run down from the second shot, but it’s minor. Like the first stage of coming down with the flu: an achy feeling throughout my body that puts me in “relax” mode. It’s actually kinda pleasant.


Subject: Oh, and I saw Deek again…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 4:03 PM

…just for a few minutes, amid all this Comcast kerfuffle. He just wanted his devices recharged, but I took a few minutes patting and hugging the pooches. Flaco wanted SO badly to visit, it broke my heart once again. On top of that, Deek started mocking me, saying he doesn’t want me to get all mushy and kissy-poo with them. So I stood up, told him he needs to stop talking to me like that…I’m just being KIND to them! Then he pulled his Michael Savage shtick on me again, knowing how that annoys me no end. He said I can listen to him on the web. So I replied he’s an evil man that’s poisoned many minds. Then he retorted, how you never know when he’s gonna get all up in your face outta the blue.

I told him he did already, through HIM, just parroting the words of the devil, thinking he’s so clever doing that, but he’s not. At any rate, I told him to put it in a sock, I didn’t step out to be insulted. But it’s always good to see him and the dogs, and I hope you all have a lovely day. Then I went hovel, lugging the 20-lb. speaker up the stairs, along with a smartphone and two, raggedy old headsets, one of which won’t even connect with the USB plug, because its port is the wrong shape. Or, perhaps, it’s been damaged.

Deek seems determined to never have Lucky & Flaco over again…he’s at war with his own demons, mistaking them for me. But that’s how they operate, and Deek is just too clueless to know that. Though I’ve tried many times, to explain. I’d have given up on him months ago, if it weren’t for the doggies. Last night was BITCHIN’ cold, and knowing the pups were out there did NOT make me feel very well. I have utterly NO respect for Deek at this point, but I hide it well.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Maybe he ain’t so evil after all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 5:22 PM

…as he just showed up again only MOMENTS after I posted my last missive wherein I called him wicked…and he handed the pups over to me, said: “I’ll be back tomorrow. Thanks!” And off he went, in a rush for only god knows where, and why. He TIMED it, knowing, somehow, I had just accused him of being a vile person. This is no coincidence, Wattson. This is my Bodhisattva Premise continuing to affirm its truthfulness to me.

By now, you are well familiar with this premise (perhaps overly so), thus no need for me to hash it all out again. Just look at it as a play, a brilliant script, and admire the timing of my many challenges, and their juxtaposition. They are ACTORS on the stage we call the world, setting up the ultimate scenario, the final act, where I will be celebrated as the star of this show, the hero! And one of these thespians just happens to be Deek. Which I have cited numerous times before, and as to why I see it that way, in detail.

So now while I type upon the keyboard nestled in my lap, Flaco & Lucky are deep in Doggie Dreamland, loving the comfort of my cushy cot piled with kids’ sleeping bags…and my many hugs and caresses. But I made sure they had some ducky treats first! Flaco’s eyes light up like a lighthouse beacon the moment I break out the snacks.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I have also given some consideration that this Comcast debacle was also scripted, simply because they enjoy how calmly and equitably I deal with crises. They are tricksters, too! And I guess having a good laugh over this, back at the office or whatever stands in for a workplace in this time of plague.

Comcast’s CET (chief executive trickster)

The Final Chapter (part 10)

May 22, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17j]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

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

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

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

I am confident that Kismet SHALL avenge me, though not necessarily through one of my countless, wrathful vagaries. One of my enemies has already keeled over (Todd in 208), so there ya go.

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

Click here for a larger view.

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****************

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

Hitler
Kennedy's bullets
AIDS
9-11
this covid-19 shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

https://www.news4jax.com/news/local/2020/11/29/anti-vaccine-message-greets-drivers-on-i-95-sunday-morning/
Click here for a larger view.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> I hope they’re with you SOON.

Yep. On a wing and a prayer.

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

> Inflamed, I’d say. Sheesh.

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

If I only had wings.


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

> The lunkhead.

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click here for a larger view.

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

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

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

Oh, Xfinity just replied with:


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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

–begin:

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

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

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

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

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

–end

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

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

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

https://communityphone.org/

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

–begin comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, BUT…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

–end comments


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

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

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

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

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

So I retorted (also in sotto voce):

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

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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not my dogs,” he retorted.

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

> Jerk.

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

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

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

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

Learning curve accomplished.

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

> Christ.

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

AND I JUST BLEW $42!!!

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

https://tracfoneforum.com/viewtopic.php?t=558750

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

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

– Zeke K-Holmes


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

I decided not to spare Chuck from my wrath.

——– Original Message ——–

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

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

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

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

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

That’s frustrating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes the waitresses do because their bosses tell them to.

Good for their bosses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

https://www.vox.com/2020/3/23/21190033/coronavirus-covid-19-deaths-by-age

Biden is a dirty bum with lying eyes.

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

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

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

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

Hitler
Kennedy’s bullets
AIDS
9-11
this covid-19 shit

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

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

Wow, you are WISE.

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

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

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

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

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

What news? Where? Gimme the scoop, Chuck.

I am fed up with this shit.

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

Constitutionally I have a right to privacy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click here for a larger view.
  • Zeke

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


The Final Chapter (part 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:


Subject: FLACO MAY HAVE A SERIOUS INFECTION
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:

SHE MAY HAVE A SERIOUS INFECTION!

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


Re: FLACO MAY HAVE A SERIOUS INFECTION
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


Subject: SOME REALLY GOOD NEWS…
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.

FINALLY, THE GOOD NEWS YOU’VE BEEN DYING TO HEAR, WATTSON:

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


Re: SOME REALLY GOOD NEWS…
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!

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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.”

Meanwhile:

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:

https://www.redbubble.com/shop/jesus+dog+art-prints

Including Keanu Reeves as Dog-Loving Jesus:

https://www.redbubble.com/i/art-print/the-lord-by-mosqul/40188435.1G4ZT


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: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1q5MGN14-nyUcxsStdQ8sWdypXaigSGgQ/view?usp=sharing

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:

Anyway:

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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