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Ezekiel J. Krahlin.

Ezekiel J. Krahlin

(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)

© 1998 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

RE:   False complaints about me and my guests
FROM: Ezekiel J. Krahlin, Rm. B32
DATE: November 5, 1998
TO:   Gossipers and slanderers

I understand I am being blamed for the horrible clogging up of
the toilet on our floor. Untrue. My guests who use the
bathroom always have toilet paper that I provide. The problem
actually began the same time new residents occupied room B37.
(This may not be our most recent resident, however...I'm not
keeping track.) The toilet was constantly stopped up with
newspaper and cloth ...causing much discomfort and grief to
other residents using this facility. As a test, I provided
toilet paper in the restroom for several weeks...which
immediately caused the clogging to cease. Then I took away the
TP and, guess what: the problem of a clogged toilet ensued.
This proves most likely the violation came from
residents/visitors of room B37. I also understand that one of
the people accusing me, was formerly homeless himself, and now
is stigmatizing me for having some friends who are perceived
as homeless (though not necessarily so).

I am currently providing toilet paper once more...but will
again cease doing so by November 15. Let's see what happens
this time! I am not about to provide free amenities to the
slobs responsible...nor to vicious residents who gossip about
me, and spread slander. (Nor to a slumlord who doesn't provide
adequate security and maintenance that could prevent such
mishaps in the first place.)

I am also being blamed for having guests over who "shoot up"
in the bathroom, then discard needles through the window. Also
untrue. (This conclusion is based on residents finding
syringes in the stairwell.) I believe this was also due to
residents and visitors of well as likely from
residents/guests who share the bathroom on the third floor.
Also, please consider the possibility that the stairwell below
may be a convenient place for addicts to fulfill their habits.
Any window facing this stairwell is capable of being a
receptacle for the disposal of syringes...which includes not
just the bathrooms on floors 2, 3, and 4...but any room or
apartment on that side of the building. I also consider the
possibility that someone may be setting me up.

As for any of my guests bringing in shopping carts: untrue. I
do have one long term friend, however, who is semi-homeless,
and who is employed by our building manager, to remove the
bottles and cans from the back porches. He uses a shopping
cart for this chore, and visits me once or twice per week.
What several visitors I have, who may use shopping carts to
carry stuff...have my strict instructions to not visit with
said carts.

The regular guests I have over number no more than four, only
two of which are semi-homeless. This is certainly a lot fewer
than the guests most residents have. Is this anyone's
business? I think not...and I'd appreciate if certain
occupants would keep their noses out of my ass crack. I do
have a right to my privacy, you know...though having to use a
restroom not adjacent to my domicile does make my private life
more visible.

My guests are all decent and responsible human beings--as well
as gay--and are engaged in honest labor in order to better
their lives. I am very proud to call them my friends...for
they are far better souls than some in this building who
spread nasty and false rumors. Having a roof over your head,
and a solvent job, does not make you superior to those who may
suffer less fortunate situations...and I warn those snobs who
think otherwise: cease your bigoted slander, or it may soon be
your turn to be cast onto the streets, and into the misery of
the Amerikan Nightmare.

P.S.: Do the facts that I live on disability funds, occupy a
rent-controlled room, and care about our own homeless, have
anything to do with all this hatred against me? It seems to be
so, and therefore this issue is one of ideology, not of
rationality. I am therefore under attack by jealous souls,
malicious souls, and prejudiced souls. To these sorry demons I
say: go take a flying leap from my bathroom window, and join
the fate of the needles that preceded you. Get the point(s)?