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Funeral parlor?



That one, that wasn't for Bish. The original justification for going on that long was that when people hear about how other people did it, it makes them more willing to believe they can. Of course, it's better when you talk to the people who actually did do it.

Real reason I probably went on and on about Troy (ex-crack dealer) was because I haven't thought about that guy in a looong time. He was awesome, but was completely a fish who had just swum up in the wrong damn pond.

His wife made extra money up in Detroit filling out the neighborhoods' 1040EZ's. So, down in her new town, she shows up at my house and is asking my Mom if she can do her taxes for a little bit of cash. Mom's looking at this lady who's got a little bit of a ghetto accent and is still wearing her KFC uniform cause she just got off of work. Mom tries to explain that her tax returns end up being about 50 pages long and that 15 years ago, she was a CPA...

Next time I'm at Troy's house drinking 40 oz. Shlitz Malt Liquors with him, at about 2am he starts bitching a fit, "My wife out there, trying to work for money, nobody will let her do their taxes! Fucking ignorant rich white people! No fucking generosity!" Don't remember how I got out of her doing my own taxes, but she did NOT do them. I do still drink Schlitz on rare occasions...