There is only one thing worse than being tempted by evil. That would be paying taxes. In the year 2091, the tax bite basically eats up about eighty percent of our earnings and business expenses eat up the rest. That’s why I was in such a foul mood that day. It really had nothing to do with my previous night’s frolic with evil. I posted my electronic signature on the payment for another really scary bill and grimaced at Emo, who, as usual, sat across from me suffering the slings and arrows of my grimaces and pained sighs with a look of terror that was only exacerbated by his devilish countenance. Emo, it seems, has never really learned to trust in our success and, as a result, always stands on the precipice of despair over such mundane things as bill paying and fee collection. In other words, in a world that is split exactly in half between the glass is half empty and the glass is half full types, Emo is on the Board of Directors for the former group. With one, final sigh, I paid the last of the bills and touched my hand to the ID pad to close down the virtual accountant software I’d been using.
