Monday, October 10, 2011

Don't Come Around, Leave Me Alone, Don't Bother Me


I'm fucked.  I never file my taxes on time.  I have an tax man, too.  An accountant, rather.  He called me tonight.  I filed an extension back in April.  I have done nothing since.  I've gone years without filing.  I worry. So now my man--the accountant--calls me.  I was supposed to get the things together that he needs tonight.  I am to meet him at nine.  But I got nothing together.  I did nothing but drink and watch Scorsece's documentary on George Harrison.  Then I began hijacking old Beatle's songs that weren't standard.  Now it is long past midnight and I'm doomed.  Fucked.  Why am I such a child?

Whatever.  I'm an artist, goddamnit.  We are different.

3 comments:

  1. I watched that documentary late friday night too. I completely forgot about the attack at George's house. I wonder what I was doing during all that.

    Odd how Beatle-y this weekend was -- Lennon's 71st Birthday -- McCartney marrying.

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  2. We're different allright, my head is upside down!

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  3. L, I don't think I ever knew about the attack. Lennon at 71 boggles the mind. Wait! Jagger, Richards, Dylan, Young. . . holy smokes.

    J, I don't know what you mean. How are we different?

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