Dear Readers,
Your friendly friendship therapist has been locked up for the last few years because like Henry Thoreau, I didn't pay taxes. Including sales tax. When I bought hot dogs at the zoo and those fascists tried to charge me 10% on top of the sales price, I subtracted the 10 cents from the amount (in quarters) I intended to pay them.
Needless to say, a bunch of cops kicked down my living room door in 2009 for tax evasion.
Neighbor's (Dale) photo from across the street |
After an arduous trial in which I represented myself, I was convicted and sent to the Joliet Prison.
While incarcerated I learned a lot more about friendship that I am happy to relate to you in the months to come while I re-learn all my internet passwords. (Note to self: in the future try to refrain from only using 4 letter expletives.)
In the meantime, please feel free to send me your queries while I work on getting my medical license back.
I am also selling some personal items to pay the $86,000 I owe in back taxes to Uncle Sam. I included pictures and prices for these gems. Feel free to bid on them.
Looking forward to hearing from all of you!
Carpe the Diem,
Prisoner #768984
PS: I don't have a bank account since my assets were frozen so I can't use Paypal for transactions. If you wish to send me money, use money orders or simply send cash in the mail.