Ezekiel Tyrus's Blog: A Story a Week with Zeke, page 6
February 25, 2014
Having Fun Writing
Having fun writing. A genuine pleasure. Happiness is knowing you are finally 'over' something that has been bothering you for years. Writing this book isn't stressful, or emotionally-draining, like 'E,E' could. This is just fun.
Another 5 Star Review on Amazon
My 38th Review on Amazon. Another 5 Star. This makes me very happy. Very happy. Remember I've got a reading coming up at Green Apple Books and Music. You can bring wine if you want. Please.
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5.0 out of 5 stars
A must read from the up and coming generation of writers., February 22, 2014
This review is from: Eli, Ely (Paperback)
Set in the city by the Bay, where many have left their hearts, sometimes in mangled heaps, Eli,Ely Is a dynamic tale of a crumbling relationship and it's ultimate demise. A fantastic balance of laughter and tears, it is written with the essence of the the great Beat writers and with the directness of Hemingway. It is an emotional and torrid journey and try as you like you can't help but love Eli, even at his worst. Ezekiel Tyrus has crafted more than just words into a story, he has woven his heart into a book. My recommendation is to fill up a deep tub with hot bubbly water, set some jazz on the hi-fi and drink in Mr. Tyrus's words like a fine bottle of wine. I only have one request...more.
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5.0 out of 5 stars
A must read from the up and coming generation of writers., February 22, 2014
This review is from: Eli, Ely (Paperback)
Set in the city by the Bay, where many have left their hearts, sometimes in mangled heaps, Eli,Ely Is a dynamic tale of a crumbling relationship and it's ultimate demise. A fantastic balance of laughter and tears, it is written with the essence of the the great Beat writers and with the directness of Hemingway. It is an emotional and torrid journey and try as you like you can't help but love Eli, even at his worst. Ezekiel Tyrus has crafted more than just words into a story, he has woven his heart into a book. My recommendation is to fill up a deep tub with hot bubbly water, set some jazz on the hi-fi and drink in Mr. Tyrus's words like a fine bottle of wine. I only have one request...more.
Listening to the 'Singles' Soundtrack
Listening to the 'Singles' soundtrack this AM.
Writing a book based on my early adulthood in the early 90s. It was a great time to be a young. No internet nor cell phones. Answering machines were not yet common and not everybody had call-waiting. Gas was only 89 to 99 cents a gallon. It was short-lived but suddenly the best music out there was also the most popular.
There are about a thousand things I'd do differently if I could go back but right now I'm grateful I got to be a young man during the very early 90s. It was a good time.
Writing a book based on my early adulthood in the early 90s. It was a great time to be a young. No internet nor cell phones. Answering machines were not yet common and not everybody had call-waiting. Gas was only 89 to 99 cents a gallon. It was short-lived but suddenly the best music out there was also the most popular.
There are about a thousand things I'd do differently if I could go back but right now I'm grateful I got to be a young man during the very early 90s. It was a good time.
Reading at Green Apple Books in San Francisco
Author Ezekiel Tyrus reads Eli,Ely at Green Apple Books and Music on Wed, March 5, 2014 @ 7 pm. All are encourage to attend and listen to Zeke read from the novel that's been described by Tony DuShane as a "gritty tour de force through the hidden corners of San Francisco."
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A Friend in Brooklyn ...
Friend and Brooklyn-based author sent me the following email this AM via FB:
cool to hear from you b/c i wanted to let you know...i was in The Strand bookstore looking at Brady Udall novels and i saw this familiar cover....there are two copies of Eli, Ely in Strand...just to let you know.
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The Strand Bookstore is considered one of the best and coolest in the country and was a favorite of one of my heroes, David Markson. So happy. Thanks, John Grochalski.
cool to hear from you b/c i wanted to let you know...i was in The Strand bookstore looking at Brady Udall novels and i saw this familiar cover....there are two copies of Eli, Ely in Strand...just to let you know.
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The Strand Bookstore is considered one of the best and coolest in the country and was a favorite of one of my heroes, David Markson. So happy. Thanks, John Grochalski.
February 13, 2014
Happiness
Today was simply fucking awesome. Awesome, Simply fucking awesome. Happy Zeke is back. Awesome. Awesome. Simply FUCKING AWESOME!! Right up there with the emotions I felt after my successful reading at Books Inc. Opera Plaza. I am happy beyond belief right now. Oh, my God and you know what, I can give you a play-by-play but I can't tell about this icing on the cake moment that just happened but it is fucking awesome. Spontaneous laughter for joy.
February 10, 2014
New 5 Star review on Amazon
Amazon reviews have been very good to me, knock-on-wood. After a challenging few days, this new 5 Star review really warmed my heart.
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5.0 out of 5 stars One of the most complex characters in modern fiction,
February 8, 2014
This review is from: Eli, Ely (Paperback)
It's rare that you get an uncensored glimpse of life from the macho guy's perspective - the guy who's been around the block, has sex with everything that moves and will punch your lights out before you have the chance to say your sorry. But to sum up Eli's character as a testosterone riddled machismo would be a gross over-simplification. This character is also a poet, a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. He's incredibly self-aware, intellectual and misunderstood. To be inside his head for nearly 300 pages is as much heartbreaking as it is hilarious. I look forward to seeing what's next for this humble, San Francisco author.
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5.0 out of 5 stars One of the most complex characters in modern fiction,
February 8, 2014
This review is from: Eli, Ely (Paperback)
It's rare that you get an uncensored glimpse of life from the macho guy's perspective - the guy who's been around the block, has sex with everything that moves and will punch your lights out before you have the chance to say your sorry. But to sum up Eli's character as a testosterone riddled machismo would be a gross over-simplification. This character is also a poet, a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. He's incredibly self-aware, intellectual and misunderstood. To be inside his head for nearly 300 pages is as much heartbreaking as it is hilarious. I look forward to seeing what's next for this humble, San Francisco author.
My Wardrobe
I often buy a box of Wyler's Sugar-Free Cherry-Limeade Flavor Crystals for 99 cents and keep a few packets in my front pocket for my next bottled water purchase. You pour them inside the bottle, put the lid back on and shake and then you have something similar to Kool-Ade. Good stuff. I left a few packets in my front pocket when I did my laundry today. Thank God for small miracles. They did not burst nor break, rip or tear the whole time in the wash, 31 minutes, or the dryer, 45. I couldn't believe it. If they did, those cherry-limeade flavor crystals would've ruined my entire wardrobe and we all know how much thought and care I put into my clothes. I've been known to drop an entire 20 dollar bill on one outfit
January 21, 2014
1/21/2014
Woke up this morning not feeling like myself. I wasn't in a bad mood nor unwell. Rather I was up early but well-rested. Meditated, then leisurely read from a good book while listening to classical and later thought of things serious and profound.
With so many obligations on my day off, I gave me clothes to The Doo Wash Laundromat, and went to my favorite coffee shop to work; write, contact the publisher, the publicist and other writers.
When I arrived to my North Beach secret hiding coffee place, the Asian lady who works there presented me with an envelope. It was from an old, dear friend I've known forever. In it was a friendship card with pictures of books and bookcases on it and inside, a simple paragraph telling me how proud he was of me.
This friend has seen me suicidal, flat-broke and sleeping in parks.
That was really nice, man.
An extraordinarily sweet and kind gesture that only an exceptionally thoughtful friend would even consider.
Thank you doesn't quite cover how the card made me feel.
Want a kidney? I've got an extra one. Seriously, though. Anything you want, it's yours.
Few things in this world more sacred than peaceful mornings and loving friends who relish in your good fortune.
Cherish the fuck out of these moments because they don't happen every day.
Ezekiel Tyrus 1/21/2014
With so many obligations on my day off, I gave me clothes to The Doo Wash Laundromat, and went to my favorite coffee shop to work; write, contact the publisher, the publicist and other writers.
When I arrived to my North Beach secret hiding coffee place, the Asian lady who works there presented me with an envelope. It was from an old, dear friend I've known forever. In it was a friendship card with pictures of books and bookcases on it and inside, a simple paragraph telling me how proud he was of me.
This friend has seen me suicidal, flat-broke and sleeping in parks.
That was really nice, man.
An extraordinarily sweet and kind gesture that only an exceptionally thoughtful friend would even consider.
Thank you doesn't quite cover how the card made me feel.
Want a kidney? I've got an extra one. Seriously, though. Anything you want, it's yours.
Few things in this world more sacred than peaceful mornings and loving friends who relish in your good fortune.
Cherish the fuck out of these moments because they don't happen every day.
Ezekiel Tyrus 1/21/2014
January 14, 2014
For Those of You Who Don't Know ...
For those who don’t know, my day job is Loss Prevention/Security at a Tenderloin Walgreens.
I’ve been having a problem with a particularly aggressive scumbag for about a year. He literally comes into my store and taunts me, screaming, “Fuck you,” and calling me a “Child molester.”
While I’ve never caught him stealing, my co-workers say he comes in early in the AM before I get there and steals by the truckload.
He’s even been known to put his head in the door while I’m there and scream, “Run, little bitch!”
He’s taller than me, about 6’3” but with a body built by needles, meth and heroin.
I’m a solid 5’10”, 225 pounds. I’d love to have him inside a boxing ring, or in a dark alley on a rainy night with nothing but our fists.
Yesterday, I saw him during my lunch break. Words were exchanged, he even said, “Go back into Walgreens before I kill you,” and I told him I was off the clock and could do whatever I wanted.
He continued to threaten me.
In front of the Motor Lodge on Polk and Eddy, he did this weird sideways lunge towards me and I belted him hard with a right elbow and Junkie Scumbag went down sack of potatoes. I could’ve kicked him, put my knee to his chest and landed more blows to his face but I let him get up and when he did, he’s screaming that he’s going to kill me. I stay in front of the motel while he goes across the street, screaming he’s going to kill me but he also admits he won’t fight me, “You’re bigger than me but I will kill you.”
Junkie Scumbag then pulls out a butcher knife from his backpack and from across the street in front of the Chinese Restaurant in the brick building across from the KFC, and while screaming, threatening me, and marching forward with his butcher knife extended he comes across the street back towards the motel where I knocked him down.
When he gets about 5, 6 feet away from me, I realize this fucker is really going to kill me, so I turn around and run the opposite direction.
Junkie Scumbag laughs, calling me a big coward. I stop at the residential hotel by the motor lodge where a young Asian dude in a suit is calling the police on his cell phone, saying, “Somebody is trying to kill the Walgreens guy on Eddy St.”
I look around. I’ve never had a bigger audience. Polk Street Transexual prostitutes are on their cell phones, cab drivers out of their taxis on their phones, the elderlies at the old folks home are outside in their canes and walkers. KFC employees are outside. Middle-Easterners and old black men standing outside liquor stores shaking their heads. It’s crazy.
Cops arrive within seconds, that’s not an exaggeration.
Handcuffed and on the sidewalk, the tall junkie continues to threaten me and berate me, calling me a liar, a child molester. (where the fuck did he get that from?) and telling the cops I started it (when he’s been taunting me for a year.)
Then he proceeds to cry like a baby saying, “I’m homeless! I had to spend Christmas away from my family! I was suppose to start a new job tomorrow,” all the while being handcuffed on the street.
When I asked a cop if my bully had a criminal record, the cop said an emphatic ‘Yeah’ like I was stupid for asking.
I never learn his name but his backpack is filled with drugs; H, needles, full prescription bottles with other people’s names on it, and the best part?
Junkie Scumbag is currently on probation.
Yes, he committed a Class A Felony, pulling out a butcher knife and threatening murder, while being on probation.
I filled out a police report and received paper-work for being a “Victim of Violent Crime.’
Various witnesses also came forward, volunteering to testify that Junkie Scumbag was threatening me.
What a lunch-break!
San Francisco may proceed to prosecute this guy with an attempted murder charge whether I press charges or not.
I probably will. He’d been fucking with me for awhile.
While I’m proud I knocked this guy down, fair and square, (he did LUNGE at me,) my street-fighting days are over. The next scumbag will pull out a gun.
I’ve got stuff to lose; multiple jobs, the start of a writing career and my own life. A junkie scumbag on probation who will pull out a butcher knife and try to kill somebody while he’s got a backpack filled with drugs has nothing to lose, and no brain inside his fucking head.
In the past, you could just hit a guy for being a dick, then no more dick problem, but those days are over.
Ezekiel Tyrus
1/13/2014
I’ve been having a problem with a particularly aggressive scumbag for about a year. He literally comes into my store and taunts me, screaming, “Fuck you,” and calling me a “Child molester.”
While I’ve never caught him stealing, my co-workers say he comes in early in the AM before I get there and steals by the truckload.
He’s even been known to put his head in the door while I’m there and scream, “Run, little bitch!”
He’s taller than me, about 6’3” but with a body built by needles, meth and heroin.
I’m a solid 5’10”, 225 pounds. I’d love to have him inside a boxing ring, or in a dark alley on a rainy night with nothing but our fists.
Yesterday, I saw him during my lunch break. Words were exchanged, he even said, “Go back into Walgreens before I kill you,” and I told him I was off the clock and could do whatever I wanted.
He continued to threaten me.
In front of the Motor Lodge on Polk and Eddy, he did this weird sideways lunge towards me and I belted him hard with a right elbow and Junkie Scumbag went down sack of potatoes. I could’ve kicked him, put my knee to his chest and landed more blows to his face but I let him get up and when he did, he’s screaming that he’s going to kill me. I stay in front of the motel while he goes across the street, screaming he’s going to kill me but he also admits he won’t fight me, “You’re bigger than me but I will kill you.”
Junkie Scumbag then pulls out a butcher knife from his backpack and from across the street in front of the Chinese Restaurant in the brick building across from the KFC, and while screaming, threatening me, and marching forward with his butcher knife extended he comes across the street back towards the motel where I knocked him down.
When he gets about 5, 6 feet away from me, I realize this fucker is really going to kill me, so I turn around and run the opposite direction.
Junkie Scumbag laughs, calling me a big coward. I stop at the residential hotel by the motor lodge where a young Asian dude in a suit is calling the police on his cell phone, saying, “Somebody is trying to kill the Walgreens guy on Eddy St.”
I look around. I’ve never had a bigger audience. Polk Street Transexual prostitutes are on their cell phones, cab drivers out of their taxis on their phones, the elderlies at the old folks home are outside in their canes and walkers. KFC employees are outside. Middle-Easterners and old black men standing outside liquor stores shaking their heads. It’s crazy.
Cops arrive within seconds, that’s not an exaggeration.
Handcuffed and on the sidewalk, the tall junkie continues to threaten me and berate me, calling me a liar, a child molester. (where the fuck did he get that from?) and telling the cops I started it (when he’s been taunting me for a year.)
Then he proceeds to cry like a baby saying, “I’m homeless! I had to spend Christmas away from my family! I was suppose to start a new job tomorrow,” all the while being handcuffed on the street.
When I asked a cop if my bully had a criminal record, the cop said an emphatic ‘Yeah’ like I was stupid for asking.
I never learn his name but his backpack is filled with drugs; H, needles, full prescription bottles with other people’s names on it, and the best part?
Junkie Scumbag is currently on probation.
Yes, he committed a Class A Felony, pulling out a butcher knife and threatening murder, while being on probation.
I filled out a police report and received paper-work for being a “Victim of Violent Crime.’
Various witnesses also came forward, volunteering to testify that Junkie Scumbag was threatening me.
What a lunch-break!
San Francisco may proceed to prosecute this guy with an attempted murder charge whether I press charges or not.
I probably will. He’d been fucking with me for awhile.
While I’m proud I knocked this guy down, fair and square, (he did LUNGE at me,) my street-fighting days are over. The next scumbag will pull out a gun.
I’ve got stuff to lose; multiple jobs, the start of a writing career and my own life. A junkie scumbag on probation who will pull out a butcher knife and try to kill somebody while he’s got a backpack filled with drugs has nothing to lose, and no brain inside his fucking head.
In the past, you could just hit a guy for being a dick, then no more dick problem, but those days are over.
Ezekiel Tyrus
1/13/2014
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