Seems he wants me to send him his deposit back on the 20-0-8 Rocker C he’s suppose to take delivery of later this month. I’m like: “Why, Wes, that grand jury laid down for you. You’re not the felony we all loved you for.” He’s like, “Dude, yeh, my lawyer did a number, but now I gotta pay all this back tax that I swear is optional.” So, next question. I’m thinking, should I ask it. Oh, what the heck. “How much, Wes?” He’s like, “17 man.” I’m thinking, WOW, he got off light. There are double-fine zone tickets that are more than $1700 now. Maybe I should try this no-pay-taxes-’cause-I-don’t-believe-in-it thing.

So, I’m a bit miffed. I mean here’s a guy who’s pulling down how many thousands everyday from just movie rental royalties and he’s pullin’ his deposit for a bike I moved him up (I mean way up) on the list to get. Maybe it was the fruitcake I sent him for Christmas. I don’t know. But, this is eating at me.

Then, I get up this morning and open the paper to this article and see it’s $17 million he owes in back taxes. And, they tack on interest and penalties to that. I pretty sure that interest and penalties thing is something north of 10%. So, if my math is right we’re talking another $170,000. So, I guess that $1,000 deposit will come in handy.

I’m thinking that it would have been a whole heck of a lot cheaper to just go along with the gov and pay the taxes when they were owed. But, whatta I know.

Lightbulb moment: Aw, shit, since he’s been hidin’ out in Florida these past few months, he’s probably gonna buy that bike from ‘ole Brucie (Rossmeyer). First Steven Tyler, now Wes. That’s it. I’m canceling my Daytona trip. And, I’m taking Brucie off my Christmas fruitcake list!

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