I am truly sorry to inform all of you that it is indeed tax time again. Well, technically it’s actually very nearly tax time; 47 days to be exact. For some anomalous reason I felt the random urge to share my wisdom with you about the joys of tax season. I can hear the yawns and the pencils sharpening!
Travelling around the world on $5 a day definitely has its benefits. One of those being that you aint got no money, so the tax man can’t get his hands on your hard earned moola. Unfortunately for me, the rest of the time I actually have to pay the tax man his due!
Now, you are probably wondering why I am writing about my adventures with the taxman. We don’t want to hear about your tax situation Leon, I hear you screaming! We want to hear how about how you met a woman who thought the FBI was building a drugs factory under her house. We want to hear about how you trekked through the Gobi desert and drove in a Russian 2nd world war jeep that blew up! We want to hear about the time you were stabbed in the neck by a Balinese witch doctor (he assured me that he had my best interests at heart…).
I can feel the frustration bubbling. Please don’t talk to us about boring and mundane tax issues! We beg you. Don’t do it!
I hear you.
I promise it is going to be quick and painless. In fact I promise that some of you may receive an epiphany after hearing the gem of wisdom I am about to divulge. It is a profound piece of information. You have been warned.
‘If the tax man shows up at your door. Open it. If you don’t you will end up like Wesley Snipes’: http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/celebrity.news.gossip/12/09/snipes.jail/index.html
Enjoy my wisdom because believe it or not; It’s free.
I can see why I hear you mumbling to yourself.