Thursday, April 9, 2015

Damned Tax Season

I usually don't think about taxes too much. I went years without filing. I just paid the bill when it came and had it done with. But now that I'm trying to keep track of every penny I spend, especially on drinking, I've been responsible and have gone to an accountant to sort my taxes out and get some advice for the next year. It turns out I owe a tiny bit of money. So what?

But then my Audi, Friedrich, broke down. The low-pressure fuel pump was making the car stall. The fuel line was damaged, too. The first week of April is probably the worst time for this to happen. I finally took it to the Vegas Audi Dealership, and they gave me a loaner. It's going to be an expensive fix, but I'm still crossing my fingers that everything will turn out fine.

It's been a stressful few weeks. Friedrich broke down at the worst intersection in America, Flamingo and Las Vegas Blvd., a block from where Tupac got shot. Stuck in the middle of the road for an eternity during rush hour until a tow truck came for me. I replaced the high-pressure fuel pump and filter, and the engine light went off, and everything seemed fine. A few days later, the engine light came on again and it started acting funky again.

With any luck, I'll be back in my ride in a week's time, and all will be well, and I'll be back on track financially.

They've got me in a 2015 A3, which is righteous, but I miss my own car.

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