Carne Seca
Well-Known Member
Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm broke. I have no weed. AND. I'm getting audited by the IRS. ON MY BIRTHDAY. Assholes. Worst year ever. I don't even have the money to drown my sorrows in a bottle of Cuervo. I've been paying taxes since the age of 17 and I've never had a problem. I had to empty my bank account to fix my car two weeks ago. It cost a little over 1,900 dollars and I had to skip a car payment. Now they're going to put a lien on my account and I will probably end up losing my car. It has something to do with my state taxes and unemployment benefits that ran out before I got this job. I got a letter on Thursday telling me that I was given notice 60 days ago. I never got it. Now they're saying I have to come up with the money by tomorrow or face a lien. Yay me!
I guess it's time to peddle my ass on the street. Fifty bucks a pop. Me love you long time!
Did I mention that I'm holding down a full time job and taking care of my dad who has Alzheimer's? No? Well I'm mentioning it now. I'm asking once again, please stop the world. I want to get off. Please? I don't wanna play anymore. I'm taking my ball and going home.
I guess it's time to peddle my ass on the street. Fifty bucks a pop. Me love you long time!
Did I mention that I'm holding down a full time job and taking care of my dad who has Alzheimer's? No? Well I'm mentioning it now. I'm asking once again, please stop the world. I want to get off. Please? I don't wanna play anymore. I'm taking my ball and going home.