In San Jose in the Seventies the main post office stayed open until midnight on April 15. A line of cars drove past postal employees taking the tax returns. How do I know that? Because I was often in that line.
I have learned my lesson. I should be finished with my W-2 no later than tomorrow night. I’ve also gotten better at planning; one year we had to sell our car to pay the federal taxes. On the other hand, I am proud that I have never cheated on my taxes. I don’t go around wearing a lapel flag, but I don’t cheat the U.S. government. It needs my money to help to pay for the rich bastards who don’t pay their fair share.
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