Well, I love Les Claypool, he was wrong. Hell is the IRS.
I've been audited by the New York State Department of Taxation and Finance for my 1998 taxes. I file Head of Household, claiming my parents as dependents, as I support them. Well, long story short, my 1998 taxes are all fucked. And I've been on the phone with the IRS since 11 AM. Its now 1 PM. With no light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm gonna need to find my Advil soon. Oy.