Friday, March 14, 2014


He didn’t mail it in, the tax forms, 1040 EZ. Nothing particularly EZ about it. Nothing EZ about anything, especially money. He had money, enough money. He was clothed, fed, occasionally housed, had a P.O. box so they could find him.
He didn’t think they put junk mail in post office boxes, but he was wrong. His favorite were addressed to Resident, P.O. Box 94, Minneapolis, MN. Resident! He was a small man, a small, skinny man, but not even he could reside in P.O. Box 94. It wouldn’t be EZ.
He filled out the form, every line, although some were zero or just skipped. By the end he had skipped so many lines that it seemed reasonable to skip sending it in too. It was EZ.

So he put it in the bag with 1040EZ 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009, etc. All EZ. All completed and signed. Resident, P.O. Box 94 could deal with the IRS if they came after him. He was clear. EZ.

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