If you’re being audited, is that an audition?  And, if so, what exactly are you trying out for?  Managra Music, Inc. is being audited.  Some weasel from the IRS spent a day pouring over three years of my financial history, (at my expense, both for my accountant’s time and his own salary which is paid for with my tax dollars), to find nine questionable payments for which I must now provide more detailed information.  There is nothing irregular or in any way improper regarding these items and I’d be happy to simply explain the reason for each, (under some bible-sworn oath if that enhanced my perceived truthfulness), but he, (br’er weasel), is insisting on printed documentation.  It’s my nature to be belligerent in such situations; why would the IRS give a shit about my little pretend company anyway?  I certainly don’t matter in the fiscal scheme of things.  Ten million more similar me’s don’t add up to a blip of say, spending the day getting GE to pay any taxes.  And if weaselboy really wants to know what I’m up to, why not just ask the NSA for the Joel File?  Then again, it’s probably some of my blogged government criticism in that file that’s led marmotman to my door in the first place.  You know, I’m taking a stand here.  You can chase me all around the mulberry bush, but I’ve wasted enough time, money and energy on this frivolous enterprise.  Attica!  Attica!