Today’s soundtrack:
well you know the blues got pregnant
and they named the baby Rock & Roll

Today at 10:02pm: headphones, beer



Tomorrow at 7:30 in the morning I have to go see the Tax Man. Not the IRS guy, but the accountant I’ve been going to for the past five years. I imagine I’m not one of his more desirable clients; I’m a professional drifter and pay the rent however I can, end result being I’ve got this fucking stack of 1099s. If I had them in my breast pocket and someone shot me, they would stop the bullet.

The government doesn’t take the taxes out of 1099s, so soon I’ll have to cut a fat check I can’t afford. Sometimes I’m really happy with my life, but April 15th is never one of those times.