Taxes
So I did my fucking taxes. It took hours, every software service came up with a different assessment, until finally I just did it myself with a pen and paper and the goddam instructions. As a full-time student and someone who lives well below the poverty line, I naturally owed several hundred dollars on top of the thousands I had paid already. I guess that pays for not the not voting, the not having health care, and the not being eligible for social security. This was funny, though: one of the questions on the state income tax form included this line:
It sounds like some kind of affirmation. "Any part of a day spent in New York is a day spent sucking the marrow out of life."
"Any part of a day spent in New York is a day spent trying oneself against the open field of New York possibility."
"Any part of a day spent in New York is a day spent is a day spent making it anywhere."
3 comments:
"Any part of a day spent in New York is a day spent in New York. If you know what I mean."
"Any part of a day spent in New York is - fuggedaboutit."
"Any part of a day spent in New York is a day you used up New York oxygen and New York had to feed you."
"Any part of a day spent in New York is part of a day not spent in New Jersey."
Ah, Jesus. You kids just get yourselves back to the lake where we can straighten you out.
Mom
If you breathed our air for as much as one second of the day, pay us all the money you made that day. It's just their friendly way of telling you to take your Mom's advice and get your ass back to Canada.
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