Damn, did my taxes this morning. Damn! God, um, ...damn! Goddamn. Whew, brother. Man... dude! I'm going to have to make some money this year, it costs too much to be poor.

   Damn! My tax guy was whining what a bad way it was to start HIS day. Geez. He sat there staring at it the longest time. I kept better track of receipts and everything than I ever have. Didn't make a dent. Nothing helped. My wife didn't do all her usual criminal self-employed stuff, that used to hurt us, but. Damn. Sorry kids, daddy can't play, he needs to try to get into a higher tax bracket.

   Anybody need a kid's portrait painted?

   Damn!