Day Six – The Tax Man Cometh

Now Playing: The Elders – “American Wake”

I have said this before but it sure bears repeating… “Don’t fuck with the California Franchise Tax Board.” Heh. Seriously, they don’t play around.

I owned a small little store. Sold comic books. It was both the most enjoyable satisfying thing I’ve ever done as well as the most terrifying, life destroying thing. I ended up losing $150k of my money and $75k of my buddy’s money. (And my buddy is like Scrooge McDuck. He loves his money.)

I was about an inch away from losing everything. I am still being sued by a few folks who I owe a few grand to, but the worst, by far, is the State of California.

I owe them $6k from some misappropriated sales tax. Now, they have been trying to get the money from me and to be blunt, I just don’t have it. They don’t seem to care, though. They’ve taken money straight out of my bank account…. hence, I don’t have a bank account anymore.

They went after my buddy and started taking money out of his paycheck. Which I am now paying him back cause the state doesn’t want to acknowledge the piece of paper saying that he wasn’t my partner when the debt was incurred.

Now, they have just done the same thing to me. 25% of my check. So, I am thinking of telling my boss to lay me off and go on unemployment, cause honestly, I think at this point I would get more money that way.

It’s stunning really. I made a deal with a guy. The account is being paid $240 a month. Then they break the deal and move my account to Salinas where I can’t just drive out there to see anyone. I mean, I am not Al Capone. It’s $6k and it’s dropping every month. I suppose it is easier to get the $6k from me than to go after the folks with a lot of money that can afford those lawyers on TV. I saw a guy last night saying, “She saved me $250k.”  Well, crap.

Till tomorrow fight fans.