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DOUBLE JOINTED

I sent in my tax preparation stuff today.

I don't do my own returns. Not since maybe 1970 or something. Maybe not then either.

I get all dizzy and nauseous when I do them.

Fear mostly.

I do not want an audit. I do not want to be wrong, either way. I do not want to make mistakes.

This makes me very accident prone when it comes to tax returns.

I can hardly do my quarterly payments without 'whiteout' to correct the errors.

I don't think that I have made a mailing without opening up the sealed envelope to study whether I have fucked up.

At least once.

This is a momentous year. Even more fraught than usual.

It is the first year that Certified Domestic Partners can file joint returns in the Republic/State of California.

I think that this is some kind of milestone in gay rights although a dubious one in the area of fiscal affairs.

I am not sure whether there will be an advantage to us or not.

I don't want to delve into the reasons but I think not.

So we might actually file separately.

It is up to my tax guy.

With all the precaution and care over the years I have only been audited once.

In the 70s, an auditor came for a surprise full audit of our company and one of us had to undergo a personal audit.

I drew the short straw.

Actually, I volunteered. Hysterical fear response. Go into the fire without thinking.

We got one of the few 'no change audits' that the guy had over the years.

Scrupulous pays off.

So, they have not bothered me since then although I do not have many red flags.

I flew a couple a few years ago and nothing came of it in the normal three year period.

I think that they are looking for bigger fish than me. Repeaters. Serial cheaters.

I am the guy who pays not one penny more or one penny less than my due.

I also consider it a privilege to pay taxes despite how they spend it and I am one of the people who would gladly pay more to reduce the national debt and to fund the proper social initiatives that we must have for this country to survive.

OK.

Off the soap box.

Into the mail and await the results.

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