Tuesday, April 26, 2005
The last four months of corporate, partnership and high net-worth individual tax returns has wreaked havoc on my playa activities. And two Fridays ago, it was high time for David to get his groove back.
After work, I stopped off at a local watering hole that was conveniently located right across the street from a Post Office that was open all night for the last-minute filers. I figured that this would be a target rich environment for my legendary pick-up line: “Your tax shelter or mine?” I wasn’t wrong. After spending an average of 26.5 hours completing their returns, the honeys were primed for a little no-strings-attached loving and I was just the single filer to give it to them.
Shortly after I arrived at the bar, Mrs. Right Now walked into the bar. This chick was built like a brick REIT and had a face to match. I decided right then and there that she was going to be tonight’s lucky recipient of the famous Huang early withdrawal with no penalties … if you know what I mean.