Taxman

Well unfortunately it's that time of year again.  Time to file your taxes.  I must say I really don't understand any of it.  My college roommate and dear friend Spilner is an accountant.  For some fucked up reason he loves it.  I don't know, whatever floats your boat I guess.  I on the other hand hate numbers.  Especially numbers that are involved with money.  You would think being a son of a banker that that would have some effect on me.  Nope.  I did take an accounting class senior year of high school though.  I remember sitting next to Mark Jack while he held his hand to his ear and would listen to Rift and Picture Of Nectar with out Ms. Zidak noticing his discman stuffed in his hoodie.  I didn't learn a single thing about accounting that year, but I did learn everything you need to know about Phish. It was a good class.

"Taxes are DONE!  The mailman just took them. California wasn't easy, hopefully it is right.  If not I'll bring you cake with a file in it when I visit you in jail."  -- My Mom (She's a lovely lady)