Binoculars Here in Peep Town
My circus adventures in the midst of San Francisco's criminal mob of homosexual Peeping Toms

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Welcome to Peep Town

The Postal So-called Police
Captain Chappaquiddick
Faggy Boys Inc.
Our Elected Representatives
A Peepie Primer

Robert the Pervert
The Three Stooges
I Telephone the President
An Arrest?

How the Peepies Enforce
  Mob Rule

Considering a Career?
Senator Couldnthelp
Life in the Circus

A Love Letter
Hal the Pig
American President Lines
The Cable Guy

Hard Work Pays Off
A Visit from the Plumber
Freaky Me
The Casting Couch
Peep Town Now



Hard Work Pays Off

Pot of gold at the end of the rainbow Doesn’t it?

I spent nine years learning accounting and taxation. I supported myself by working temporary jobs, reporting to the lowest rung on the ladder. I had a green couch in my living room. I studied there from 5 AM to 7 AM every weekday, all day Saturday, and all day Sunday except for a break to watch football. In the evenings I attended class. If I needed to go somewhere, I studied on the bus. If I ate in a restaurant, I studied between courses. I never read a newspaper. Never had time. Never had any money to spend. It all went for books and tuition. Never got enough sleep. I lived in pain from fatigue. Abe Lincoln may have studied law by candlelight, but he couldn't have worked any harder than I did. In the end I got my Masters degree, managed to pass the CPA exam, and even survived IRS' Enrolled Agent exam.

Finally, I found what I thought would be my dream job. I was hired as tax manager by a San Francisco public accounting firm. If only I'd known that the entire industry was mob controlled, and I’d be working for a trio of despicable clowns I call "The Three Stooges."

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