
This past weekend, I was at my computer trying to do my taxes. I have had some people say, "Why don't you just take in your taxes and have someone do them for you?" My response, "Why should I pay someone over a hundred bucks to do my taxes, when I can do them online for next to nothing?" What can I say, times are tough, and money is hard to come by. This year, I started treating my music as a business. My first step toward a professional entertainment business.
As I sat down and started adding up my expenses, and saw how much Uncle Sam took out in taxes. I started adding up my newly found business expenses and deductions. I was sitting here, and the neighbors kept playing their music loud. Walls shaking and bass booming. After thirty minutes, I got tired of hearing hip hop, R&B, and their babies crying and playing on my fence.
I started thinking to myself, "Must be nice to live off the government." Yeah, have kids, don't work, get paid for sitting at home and listen to your stereo while the kids play outside in the cold. Not too long after yelling at the neighbor kids not to play on the fence, the neighbor's wife comes rolling in a new ride. A sense of anger and resentment comes over me. I can't even afford a new ride. I have had the same ride for the past 5 years. I barely make ends meet. Living paycheck to paycheck. Paying taxes with zero dependents.
If you read my last blog, I lost my ride to an unfortunate accident. Maybe insurance will help me out. Yeah right! Have cheap insurance, you can kiss your ride good bye.
So what am I to do? What are my options? Have babies, get fired and claim I can't work? I grin as I think to myself, "What a nice thought, maybe I can pursue my dream of being a rock star by not working, having kids, and get my monthly check." Why not? I have paid my taxes every year since I was 16 years old. How is it that I work my butt off, but my neighbor, who is probably a high school drop out, get a loud stereo, new ride, and party just about every weekend?
The computer reminds to keep plugging in those numbers or else the site is going to log me off. My grin goes away. The dream fades off into the unknown. I stop tapping on my desk. I look at how much I'm getting back. Not bad. I look out the window, and see kids playing by the tree. My grin slowly comes back. I have something much more than those who take the easy way out. Dignity. I don't need to be pampered and handed freebies. I make my own way in this world.
Life is tough, so is tax season. Hahaha. As I complete my taxes, the tax program says there is an error. It tells me, the form needed to complete my taxes is not available at this time. My grin goes away. It's my money, but I have to wait. Life's not fair, but I know for sure what I'm going to get when my refund comes in, the biggest damn stereo system and turn it up so the neighbors can hear my music...
chuck



