I got my federal income taxes done on the cold dark side of
Friday morning. I was a tad light on my
withholdings last year and had to write the insatiable Uncle Sam a supplemental
check for $773. On top of that, Guido,
my bargain basement accountant charged me $140 to do his “numbers magic.” I
feel that amount to be a bit much for a guy who only takes appointments for
after midnight and whose office is a limousine parked at a Cook County off-grid
strip joint.
Anyhow, tax time is officially over for me this year; it
feels good to be free of that.
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