Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?

March 20, 2002 - 8:01 a.m.

Put leather pennies on your eyes

Did I get that right? The Beatles always had such a strange and wonderful mixture of lyrics. Like "Yellow mellow custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye." Whoa dude, you're harshing my Strawberry Fields mellow.

The title refers to The Taxman of course, and I arose triumphant on my balance sheet yesterday. I went to the CPA reccommended to me by my private eye friend. The CPA is a good guy and embraces modern technology and may produce a few referrals for me.

Despite some questionable decisions on my part to keep this leaky boat afloat, I probably won't have to pay the IRS for last year. I say "probably" because I haven't seen the final numbers. But last night I added up every damn mile to Office Max and Home Depot to get this business off the ground. I lost enough money to make the teeter totter dip in my direction.

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