Nothing is certain except death and taxes, and—oh, shit, they’re due today, right? I totally forgot. I always confuse it with the Ides of March, and then when March 15 passes and no one mentions anything about taxes, I sort of relax and don’t pay attention when people actually start talking about it. Anyway, obviously I’ve got to file my taxes tonight, so I can’t see your band. No, I really do want to see you guys play, but something keeps popping up every time you have a show.
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