It's that time of year again, for the first time ever.

Up until this last year I had only worked under the table. The benefits were obvious and I always had a lump of cash in my wallet ready to blow on a latte or a new hardcover at the Strand. Well, with a hefty rent came a full time job and the responsibility to file taxes. That day came, today. Today was the most productive day. I woke up early and headed to Central Library with my ssn, proof of wages earned, and my state ID. After the three-hour wait I headed into the conference room and with the aid of United Taxes filed for the fist time in my life. Over this past summer I worked freelance for a non-profit. I earned non-taxed money and was expected to report my earnings to the IRS. That’s what I did and despite my now full time barista job owe $190. While all you jerks wait patiently for your sweet return I’ll be saving tips to pay my debts. After the disappointment I headed to top-pot and tackled my Fafsa. It’s been such a fucked up day of percentages and zeros. My only hope is that some day we can all live off the grid, run free, and master the barter system.