#Car-fessions

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Car-fessions || Graham & Frankie

Timing: Right after the S1 finale. Parties: @grahamstoker & @offrankies Summary: Sometimes, when life’s too much, a teen human just needs his vampire roommate-dad to be there.

A few hours had passed since they had managed to get home. A few hours since the wall separating reality and fiction had been completely ruptured in Frankie’s world. Not a single word spoken the whole walk home- well, calling it walk was an overstatement; they had to limp, almost crawl their way back, Frankie’s weak frame trying its hardest to hold Layla’s almost mauled body, both of them covered in blood. It had taken a long time to get her girlfriend cleaned and patched up, both of them numb and almost robotically moving around the apartment. But somehow it had been done, and after the human had made sure the werewolf was fast asleep, she had found herself back in the shower, scrubbing all her body with soap, shampoo, shower gel, even bleach - but no matter how much she scrubbed and how long the water ran down her body, she couldn’t stop feeling dirty; disgusting, even. 

She wasn’t sure how long it took her to leave the bathroom, the pink, unaware Kirby decorating her pajamas almost mocking her with its wide smile. Hair was still wet when the door of the apartment opened, but Frankie didn’t even move from her position on the couch, legs propped up so she was hugging them, chin resting against her knees. Both exposed arms had a mix of bandages and bandaids, her right arm clearly the most beaten since the white gauze covered it from elbow to wrist. But Frankie didn’t really feel the physical pain, or how her body felt like it was being crushed by a large rock from both the physical and mental exhaustion. She was just staring at the wall, eyes lost as her brain rewinded once, and then twice, and then for the gazillion time the events that had happened that night. Graham had since grown used to having to slip into the house during the ungodly hours of the night for a couple of reasons - one of which was to prove that he could do it and help get more sneaky and the other because he didn’t want to deal with usually one, now two moody teenage girls if they didn’t get enough sleep. Suffice it to say, as he hung his keys on the hook he deemed as ‘his’ and turned to take his shirt off - it was always the first thing to go when he was safely in his house, he was a little taken aback to find someone on the couch. “Oh shit,” He said with less surprise but the tone was still there as his blue eyes danced up and down Frankie’s diminutive frame, made even smaller from her position. “Uh… everything all right?” He caught the bandages almost immediately and he was glad he had trained himself not to breathe… he was almost certain that the stench of blood filled his apartment and he had the feeling that now was not the time to lose his mind to the frenzy.

The voice coming from the entrance felt distant, as if Frankie had been locked behind an invisible glass wall; and though the small, rational part of her brain knew that it was Graham most likely asking why she wasn’t asleep, she was too confused, too shocked to make out the words, less alone who was delivering them. Talking felt like an impossible task at the moment. The memories of the cop shooting at the lake people, Layla ripping their limbs, fire demon dogs burning corpses, and Nell chanting as two demons fought each other -- how could she continue a relatively normal life after experiencing everything? And not only that - how was she supposed to continue a relatively normal life when she needed to share a bed with Layla? Her heart clenched at the idea, but everyone’s warnings had finally happened. Not only she had hurt her physically - intentionally or not -, but Frankie was now completely destroyed emotionally and could barely even look at her. She didn’t bother looking up, less alone asking him what he had said, but instead sunk deeper on the couch. He was finding himself concerned with the fact that he was concerned about Frankie as she didn’t react to his presence, what he asked, not even making a noise. Graham decided to keep his shirt on and for a moment, he stood in the entryway of his apartment awkwardly, wondering if it would’ve been best to turn around and leave, go straight to his room with maybe one more passing sentence or some third option. He… took the third option. Giving a psychosomatic exhale as he would’ve when he was human, expressing the relinquish of emotional buildup, he went over to the couch and carefully sat next to Frankie, close enough that he could feel her body warmth against his side. He flipped a mental coin on whether to lean forward on his knees or sit back in an open position, ultimately deciding on the latter and he kept his eyes on the television in front of them as if some mundane show were on and he was too lazy to change the channel. He didn’t say anything but he consciously moved his stomach up and down to give the impression that he too was breathing, steady, slow, calm. He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t know where Layla was and he didn’t know what Frankie needed but he prepared himself for any possible outcome he could think of.

Frankie was barely aware of the adult moving next to her, empty hazel eyes still fixated on a post in the wall; or at least they looked like they were staring, cause all she could see in front of her was Layla’s wolf form covered in blood, her hands desperately grasping at her fur, trying to locate the source of where it was coming from, but her imagination liked playing cruel tricks, and no matter how much she pressed and tried to cover the wounds, red never stopped flowing, and the wolf quickly stopped moving beneath her hands. It was a repeating nightmare that didn’t wait for her to be asleep to torment her, and at some point her hands started clenching, nails digging at the exposed skin on her legs, breath suddenly spiking. She was trapped in her own mind, her sight red, her hands covered in the wolf’s blood, her hands covered in a murderer’s blood, and Frankie was too slow, she had been too late to save her-- It should’ve been obvious by this point but Graham wasn’t an aura reader; as far as he was concerned in terms of aura reading, Frankie was in braille. However, the man did used to be an empathetic doctor who was damn good at his job. It was that part, the part before his own drama, the human part, that managed to find some form of connection with the teenager that something was very wrong. He wasn’t sure if it was stress or trauma but the heart that lay cold and still in his chest would’ve felt a pang had it still functioned correctly. Still remaining silent, he let the human part activate for just a few moments, acting on what he would’ve done years ago and he placed a strong hand on Frankie’s head ever-so-gently, stroking her wet hair before his hand moved down to her shoulder where he carefully pulled her towards him until she was leaning against his torso. He put his arm on the back of the couch to not make her feel trapped and he kept his position calm and open. “I’ll be okay, kiddo.” That was all he said and he wasn’t sure if it was true but that’s all he could think TO say rather than remain completely quiet.

It could’ve been seconds as well as hours, but one second Frankie was sitting by a wolf’s corpse, drowning in blood, and the next she was back in the apartment with her head softly pressed against a cold chest. It took her a moment for her to grasp what was happening, her eyes slowly processing the bandaged arms in front of them and she found her mind back in the bathroom, rubbing them with bleach as if that would take what had happened away. But she wasn’t at the lake. She wasn’t in the bathroom. She was sitting in the living room with Graham’s arm loosely around her. Frankie’s throat tightened, jaw clenched, and her eyes began to sting as a wave of emotion washed over her, but she refused to let it out, scared that her sobbing that could potentially turn into a loud episode would wake up the sleeping werewolf in her room. But as much as she tried, she couldn’t contain the way her body shook or the tears that had started to run down her face against her will. Frankie tried to hide her face on her legs, ashamed that the vampire had to witness her slow descend to madness, and with the softest broken voice she mumbled: “I can’t do this anymore.”

Graham swallowed the spontaneous urge to laugh and tell her that she was overreacting to whatever was going on but he had to firmly remind himself that she was a human and very well might remain as such; a lot of people weren’t given that second chance whether they wanted it or not so he remained where he was, unusually quiet and strangely receptive. His sharp tongue that he didn’t bother to change in the privacy of his own home slithered out of his mouth and absently scritched at his chin when he heard Frankie talk and he could feel her restraint to keep her composure, getting the feeling that she was doing so to remain quiet - Layla must’ve been in her bedroom. So something happened,something that traumatized Frankie but not Layla to the point that she was either asleep or they were just separated. For a moment, he hoped they didn’t destroy more of his furniture but they’d cross that bridge when they came to it. “...It’s okay.” He replied, repeating what he’d said before. “It’s not your fault.” He was gentle in his delivery but still tried to be objective without being blunt. “It’s hard. It’s really fuckin’ hard and even if someone blames you, just remember that this isn’t your fault.” He reiterated. She must’ve been talking about her relationship with the werewolf. He knew this would happen. He wasn’t sure when or how but he knew it.

More time passed before Frankie said anything in return, Graham’s cold hand gently strokes on her hair were soothing in a way she hadn’t felt in a very long time, and for the first time since she had arrived to White Crest, she missed home. She missed her grandma and her cookies and strangely she also missed her mother with her never ending yelling, and she missed Mrs Park and her prying eye. But mostly she missed her normal life that didn’t have demons and dead people and shapeshifters and brainwashing cults and witches. A muffled sob finally managed to escape, which only made Frankie’s frame tighten and cower more, but it was enough to open way for another, and then another, until the young human couldn’t contain them anymore, one hand moving to cover her mouth in a poor attempt to remain as quiet as she possibly could. “There was--” Her voice choked with the sobs, and she needed to take a deep breath in order to talk. “-- a demon and--- fire dogs coming-- coming out of a witch--” As the last word was said, Frankie’s voice broke once more letting out a loud sob, and in half a second the teen found herself shifting on the couch so she could bury herself on Graham’s chest, hand never leaving her mouth to continue muffling the cries. She continued talking, but between the crying and the position she was in, not even she could tell what was leaving her mouth. At least she was finally expressing herself, once again getting body fluids onto his shirt. Graham couldn’t help but wonder whose divine plan it was for him to end up in this position but he figured he had enough time to contemplate that in the long term; for now, he just listened to every muffled word that spilled out of Frankie’s mouth like the tears that ran down  her cheeks. He kept gently petting her head, still keeping his eyes looking at the tv to avoid staring as he processed what she was saying but unable to connect the dots in a coherent enough way. He didn’t deny that witches or demons or fire dogs existed but that sounded like some kind of ritual. Was that where the marks on her arms came from? “It’s okay,” He soothed, keeping himself steady for her as he felt every strained muscle in her small body. “Just, uh… keep breathing. D’you wanna go out to my truck? You can scream in there,” He offered, again trying to be mild but not unwelcoming to her.

The coldness of the body against her made her mind wander to her mother once more. She was also cold but in a different way, with her scolding and harsh words, and how she always brushed her off almost like she had never wanted to have her as a kid. And it didn’t matter how much Frankie tried, she couldn’t remember if Terry Calloway had a warm body like hers, or a cold one like Graham’s, and the thought almost made her laugh in irony. Except the potential laughter only came out as more sobs, and the image of her mother sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee was quickly replaced by the same woman standing at the lake, looking at her with disappointment, before a wolf lounged at her, ripping her neck. Frankie’s head nodded frantically, partly to get rid of the idea of Layla murdering her imaginary mom, and partly to accept the offer to go somewhere else, though her body did little moving beside the waves of sobs that kept relentlessly coming at her, making her shake. Whether intentional or not, Graham pushed energy through his body in what felt like an instant when he got a response and in a fluid motion that seemed like it took no effort, he moved his arm around Frankie’s back, maneuvering around to stick his other arm under the bend in her knees and he swept her up as though she were a stuffed animal. “Hokay, girlie,” He said with a fake grunt as he took her through the door, grabbing his keys and gently shutting it with his foot behind them, down the stairs and out to his little black truck. Unlocking it, he carefully set Frankie down in the passenger seat and shut the door before going around and taking his own place in the driver’s seat, laying his arm across to close the distance between the two as he brushed a knuckle, palm up against her to let her know that it was available for any reason. “Alright, kiddo. What’s going on? Scream at me.”

Getting carried to the car was a blur, and before Frankie could allow herself to continue weeping, she accepted Graham’s hand and held it like her life depended on it, free hand wiping her face to try to get rid of some of the mess on it. She was still partially sobbing, but at least she managed to keep it enough under control to get some coherent words out. “I was--- at work and--- something made me go to the lake…” And as if a switch had been turned on, Frankie started talking, about the three girls and the cop, how she couldn’t leave the imaginary circle, making weird gestures once she started describing the freaky lake people and how the cop and demon dogs had started killing them, her voice slowly getting steadier and louder, until at some point she let go of Graham’s hand to make a huge gesture as she described Layla transforming, before her left hand landed on top of her right, where the bandage covered most of her arm, voice getting quiet once more as she described how the witch had user her blood, and how the wolf had killed several cultists and how she had almost died. Her breathing was hard from talking too fast, from recalling everything that had happened that night, and she finally looked back at Graham, eyes broken and glistering from the tears, but at least they weren’t running down her face anymore. “I don’t-- How. How do I-- How am I supposed to process... this?”

And so he listened to everything from Frankie’s panicked hiccups to her explanation of what happened at the lake, the ritual, Layla’s transformation… and felt how he tensed up when she mentioned that Layla hurt her. Damn werewolves. Damn teenage girl werewolf. Graham waited patiently until she was done, however, before he pinched the bridge of his nose with a false sigh but he wasn’t sure what he was sighing about; there was so much about this situation he found himself hating. “Well, Frankie,” He said first, looking at the younger girl, his expression rather serious as he found himself in rare form. “If I’m being totally honest with you, you have two options. The first one, which I recommend, is that you leave town.” He didn’t sound aggressive or demanding, but pragmatic. “I said this before but it’s dangerous for people, especially the non-cursed, non-powerful and non-violent ones,” He gave a half-shrug. “So you can leave town, start over somewhere new - you’re friendly and sweet so I’m sure you’d have no problem making something of yourself. Do some therapy, process through these feelings and work out the trauma,” He added. “OR you can stay here and let your experiences here shape what you want to become as you remain.” He said. “Search for a therapist here, keep learning about the supernatural, decide what YOU want, how you do want to process this because if you stay, this ritual and shit won’t stop and you’ll need to cope with something else possibly bad happening.” He paused. “... I don’t think Layla did what she did on purpose but that doesn’t change that it happened. So I guess the question now is what you asked but only you have that answer: How are you going to process this?”

Had the space allowed it, she would’ve found herself clinging to Graham’s neck once more; but instead, Frankie listened in silence, bringing her feet up the seat so she was hugging her knees in the same way he had found her earlier, chin resting on them as she stared at the dark parking lot. It felt bittersweet hearing the words she didn’t want to hear, but that she also needed anyways. Leaving town and going back home was definitely the easy route. The safest one too. And though it pained her to admit it, it was also the most tempting one. But she also knew she couldn’t just bail on everything. One month had been enough to plant some roots, and leaving Layla when she needed her the most would cause her a heartbreak she didn’t know she could endure. A soft, almost inaudible chuckle tried to leave her as she thought that, already knowing what the vampire’s reply would be if she said that out loud. “I’ve never been much of a quitter.” She mumbled instead, before finally looking at him with puffy, red eyes, cheek now resting on her knee and the weakest smile on her face. “And I can’t give my mom the satisfaction of being right.” Probably not the best time to be joking, but the truth was hiding behind it. Graham was right, as usual.  “Guess I’m just... going to take everything one step at a time.” Said that, she took a deep breath, the human clearly more calm than before. She straightened on the seat, before leaning to the side, she rested her head on his shoulder. “What do you know about demons?”

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Shady Nate - Bo-Fessional - Hosted by Dj Racks

Lean covers were always fun to work on. notice how all the cups are filled to the top yet floating differently, thats photoshop. More rockstar games car renders, jesus. Also the famous street pole everyone used from officialPSDs.com

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Tilly’s

By Wayne Lerner

IT WAS 10 A.M. WHEN THE PHONE RANG.

“Whadda ya doin’,” the surly voice said. 

Then he laughed that hoarse, loud laugh that probably disturbed the people in the office next door.

I could see him as he talked. The mouth surrounded by the scraggly beard, moving at a thousand miles an hour. Him walking and talking at the same time since he never sat for too long in any one place. Medium height, medium build, and large hands with fingers, which had been broken years ago. The hands hid the story of a man feared by many when he was much younger.

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm working, taking care of things here. I am saving peoples’ lives or, at least, I’m putting up with the doctors who are saving peoples lives.”

“We’re going for lunch,” the voice said.

“Where are we going?”

“Tilly’s.”

“Tilly’s? Where’s that?”

“Corner of Madison and Paulina, sucka. Today, we’re taking a ride.”

“Why am I going to Tilly’s? I’ll be the only white guy there!”

Hats laughed again. “Nope, there will be two of you. You and George Washington on the one dollar bill. I’ll pick you up at eleven forty-five. Be ready. We’re going to my ‘hood.”

Eleven thirty came and I grabbed my coat and walked downstairs. A beat-up ‘73 Bel Air was huffing and puffing at the corner, just outside of the hospital’s front door. Lord knows the car could’ve used a new muffler or baffle. The noise bellowing out of it was guaranteed to make the cops give us a ticket.

Then again, maybe not, considering where we were going for lunch.

Hats was sitting there, no seatbelt, no hat, no gloves, no coat, no nothing, just a big smile on his face and that loud, raucous laugh when he saw me. Hats moved easily between black slang and white language depending upon who he was talking to. Today, he was all slang because we were going to his turf, the area he roamed when he led the gang. It was cold and snowy that day in January but that didn't matter. He knew he would park right out front.

“Suckas, I’m here and I want Walter’s fine cookin’!”

The short ride was interrupted with incessant belching of fumes from the back of his car and his phone ringing. 

“Yeah. No. I’ll get back to you later. I gotta talk to the alderman.”

In between calls, I asked, “Why don’t you get a new car?”

“ Why do I need a new car? I like this one. It has character, just like its owner.” 

“This car is dangerous to drive. I'm worried about you and especially your wife and kids.”

“Ain’t nothing to worry about, Mr. Volvo. I’m a pro-fessional driver!”

“This car is fucking dangerous.”

“You look worried, white boy. Don’t stress. I’m gonna take care of you.”

“Yeah, that part I’m sure of, but I’m also sure that this beater could break down and I’ll be trying to get back to the office and all your buddies in this neighborhood will be looking at me, thinking, ‘What’s that white boy doing here? Maybe we ought to step out and help him!’ I’m not so sure I’m looking forward to this experience!”

Hats laughed that crazy laugh again, so loud that it made the car windows shake and then he turned to me.

“Man, ain’t nothing ever going to happen to you. We be brothers and you know’d it.”

We parked in front of Tilly’s in a No Parking Zone. 

Hats would never park in a handicap space, but a no parking space was fair game.

The engine stuttered twice and then finally died. 

As we entered the front door of Tilly’s, Hats roared a big hello, announcing his arrival, Hats’ style.

“Suckas, I’m here and I want Walter’s fine cookin’!”

Tilly’s was a mainstay on the near west side of Chicago for the folks who grew up in that neighborhood and those who came from the southside to enjoy real southern cooking. 

I had heard about it for years from him and now I was going to have an adventure I would not soon forget. The west side burned after King died and businesses were looted...but not Tilly’s. It opened the day after, just like always. And it served bums and cops alike.

“What the hell am I going to eat?” I asked him.

“You’re gonna eat what I want you to, boy.”

My stomach was starting to churn and not in a good way.

“Grits, chitlins, pig’s feet, fried chicken, and any other shit I’m gonna put on your plate. And you better make sure you eat it all ‘cause they be watching you. See what you’re made of. Do you belong or you just a visitor?”

Men and women, regardless of age, came up and gave him a big hug. He was in his element.

He paid special attention to the young men and women, stopping to ask them about school or their jobs and their families. He was firm in his voice but soft in his heart. These were his investments and he was making sure to manage them carefully.

We moved to a table right next to the counter so he could be close to the kitchen.

Hats yelled out to the cook. 

“Walter, what the fuck you doing? Where’s my food?”

Walter stuck his head through the opening between the kitchen and the dining room and gave us a big, toothless smile. His unruly gray hair was molded into a big afro, held back by a hairnet. He, too, had a scraggly beard, but longer than Hats’. It looked like it hadn’t been trimmed since Kennedy was president.

“I’m gonna bring it out when it’s nice and hot, but not before, so sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up!”

Hats laughed and said, “Yeah and bring me another plate for my friend over here.”

Walter looked at me.

Now, my stomach was doing flip flops and it wouldn’t stop. I was getting queasy so I reached for the Tums I always carried with me.

“You mean the white boy’s gonna eat home cookin’? Don’t know he can take it.”

And Walter roared long and loud. And so did the other folks in the restaurant.

Tables were placed close together so many people could be served at one time, certainly more than the law allowed. They sat on ripped vinyl chairs, which scraped along the dirty floor as they pulled up to their tables. No mustard or ketchup on the table, just hot sauce and lots and lots of napkins.

I sat down across from Hats and made eye contact.

“I’m not gonna be able to eat this stuff ‘cause if I do, you’re going to have to take me to the emergency room.” 

Hats laughed. “This ain’t no Jewish deli, fool. It’s Tilly’s and you need to be here.”

Walter brought the food to the table. His white apron was covered in grease, his hands burnt in many places. He had a gentle smile, which contrasted with his booming voice. He used both to keep his rowdy guests in order and that usually worked. If not, Walter would pull his piece, which he hid beneath his apron. They knew he wouldn't hesitate to use it. Tilly’s was his home and nobody better fuck with him.

Walter smiled at me, “Here's your food, sir.” 

“Don’t call him sir. That here is James. No sir, just James.”

“Good to meet you, James.”

“My pleasure, Walter. It’s a treat to finally be here at Tilly’s. I've heard so much about it from Hats.”

Walter laughed.

“We'll see how you feel when you’re done eatin’ my cookin’. I’m not sure they serve this here food at your restaurants.”

I looked around as he put the plate down. All eyes were on me. I was in a suit with polished shoes, my overcoat folded over my chair. They were in dirty overalls or torn jeans, tattered shirts, and jackets with big, gaping holes.

I was out of place and I knew it. So did they. They kept watching me as I took my first bite.

I didn’t feel scared, just uncomfortable but I knew Hats and Walter would watch over me. 

I grabbed the fork and a piece of bread and started in. 

“Spicy! Holy shit!”

Food tastes I never had before. Sweet, sour, harshness and burning, like Walter used a bottle or two of horseradish and Tabasco just for me.

I picked at the food to be polite but I knew I couldn’t eat the whole thing. 

Hats watched me out of the corner of his eye with this big shit-eating grin on his face. I must have consumed a gallon of water to damp down the heat in my mouth and a loaf of bread to settle my stomach.

In a quiet, white voice, Hats said, “If you want to work in the community, you have to pass the first test. This is the beginning of our journey.”

“Okay, I’m up for it. You know I am. Nothing could be more important.” 

After about thirty minutes, I managed to eat most of the food. In between bites, I snuck two Tums into my mouth, knowing that I had some Pepto back at the office. I just had to make it for a little while longer. 

Just then, the vibe in the restaurant changed. No longer was I the entertainment. Folks shifted in their seats or swiveled on their stools at the counter to talk with Hats about problems they were having.

“What’s up, Melvin? Hats inquired.

In between chewing on the toothpick in his mouth and wiping the sauce off his chin, Melvin made the first ask. “What can the hospital do for me? Are there any jobs open?”

“Mevin, you clean? I can’t be getting you an interview if your demons still got ahold of you.”

When Diane left, the restaurant got quiet.

“I’m clean, Hats. Honest. I’m going to my meetings every week just like I told you I was.”

“Okay, Melvin. Call me on Tuesday and I’ll see what I can do. But don’t fuck me again, Melvin. That’ll be the third strike and there ain’t no more!”

As Melvin returned to his stool at the counter, a very distinguished looking woman approached our table. Her dress was clean and pressed and her hair done up like she was going out on the town.

“Diane, you look great!” Hats exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking this good, especially at Tilly’s.”

Walter sneered at Hats but Hats continued.

“How’s your daughter, Diane? Is Tessa off the streets? I put the word out to make sure no one hurts her. And I’ve talked to City Hall about getting more patrols in the area to grab the creeps before they bother her and her buddies.”

Walter moved over to make room for Diane to join us. He knew this would be a tough conversation.

Diane dabbed at her tear-filled eyes and sat down. 

“I don’t know what I would do without you, Hats. After James died, I’ve tried to keep her moving straight but my job keeps me so busy I can’t watch over her all the time. And I do have other kids to concern myself with, you know.”

“I do, Diane. I know. This is shitty but we will make it right. Can you and Tessa come to my office a week from Thursday? I got someone I want her to meet who may be able to help. But I gotta do some legwork first.”

Diane rose slowly from the table, kissed Hats, gave him a long, heartfelt hug and quietly left the restaurant.

Hats played the role perfectly.

He was the community representative and he knew how to talk with his people. 

He never made a promise he couldn’t keep but he did make promises. 

And then he would deliver on them. 

His relationships with the power structure in Chicago and Springfield along with the special connection he had with the hospital’s President allowed him to build trust by being good for his word. And I was getting the education he wanted me to have. He knew, in the future, I would have to represent the organization to these same people, sometimes with him and sometimes alone. They had to see me as being good for my word as well.

When Diane left, the restaurant got quiet. The customers turned in their seats to resume eating Walter’s fine cookin’ and to listen to the conversation we were about to have.

Walter looked at me and then Hats.

“What’s going on with the new Bulls/Blackhawk stadium, Hats? We sure could use the jobs here on the westside and it would be good for business. Cops would have to patrol more ‘cause folks with money be coming to the games and the city sure don’t want no trouble. That could help us get rid of our ‘friends’ on the corners too, ya know.”

“The plans are going to the City Council next week,” I replied. “I’ll be there representing the hospital. I’ll talk to the Mayor and the alderman about the timetable, contractors and jobs and I’ll get right back to you. And you can be sure I will let them know your concerns.” 

Walter just nodded as he got up to go back to the kitchen.

“May I have the bill please, Walter?” I asked. 

Hats never carried any money when he was with me. 

“There’s no bill today, James, the food is on me. It’s always on me when Hats eats and you done a good job with your plate.”

Walter shook my hand and turned to talk to Melvin before going back into the kitchen.

I grabbed fifty dollars from my pocket and dropped it on the table. Money well spent.

I got back into Hats’ Bel Air knowing that my life was in danger once more.

“Hats, thanks for taking me to Tilly’s. You’ve talked about it for so long, I just had to see it for myself. And, man, do I like Walter. He is someone I would like to get to know a lot better.”

Just a mile away from the hospital, but light years away from the life I know.

“Hey, Hats, before I forget. Let’s make a date for next week. Walter said he would make me his special egg dish for breakfast.”

Hats just roared.

Wayne Lerner is a retired healthcare executive and an associate professor of health systems management. To stay off the street and out of trouble, he is a board member of a safety net hospital system and teaches a graduate level course in the fall at a local health university.

A lifelong Chicagoan and White Sox fan, he lives in the northern suburbs with his wife of thirty years. Together, they have five grown children (with spouses/SOs), five grandchildren ,and five grand-dogs.

Wayne has published in professional journals many times and even edited a book on a major hospital merger but he has never achieved a dream he had while in high school and college to publish an original work of fiction... until now.

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10 Hidden Details in Zootopia You Probably Missed | ScreenRant

Zootopia was Disney's Oscar-winning, feel-good flick of 2016. Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde didn't waste any time climbing to the ranks of Disney royalty, having found a home in the hearts of every Disney fan. Since 2016, this film has without a doubt been viewed over and over by its army of fans, ourselves included.

RELATED: 10 Most Underrated Disney Animated Features

That being said, as much as we've watched this jewel of a film, we can't deny we didn't catch all of its Disney Easter eggs and winks to the audience the first time. Zootopia is not immune from the little surprises so favored by Disney animators. Here are ten of those little secrets and surprises from the film you probably missed.

10 Trained Fur-fessional

A staple of any good buddy-cop movie is the training montage set to a pop/rock soundtrack, and Judy's is no exception. Though her gauntlet run is more visual-gag-heavy than some others, it does serve a bigger purpose than one might think. We actually do see Judy apply all her routines later in the film.

From scaling a car like an ice wall to escaping an enclosure via a toilet, we see Judy use all of her moves from the training montage at some point during the movie. She tackles thousand-foot falls, slippery walls, and enormous criminals all before the credits roll. She was obviously in control at all times, which is why she's so good at her job.

9 Familiar Forest Spirit

Disney artists love to sneak little winks and nods to their other films throughout their movies, but what about sneaking a hint at another studio? It's no secret that Disney director and animator John Lasseter was tight with the head of Studio Ghibli, Hiyo Miyazaki. We're betting even the sharpest didn't pick up on this rather obvious Easter egg, though.

RELATED: 10 Best Miyazaki Films Of All Time

If you look at the train station Judy departs for in the Bunny Burrows, you'll notice a pair of large, familiar eyes and a wide, toothy mouth on the side of the building. This figure is very reminiscent of Miyazaki's Totoro, the mascot of the Ghibli company and star of My Neighbor Totoro. Perhaps Zootopia has some anime influence?

8 Frozen in Tundra Town

Directors Byron Howard and Rich Moore were responsible for bringing us the wonderful world of Zootopia, but they also created the kingdom of Arendelle. As the creators of Disney's most popular and profitable princess property, it's no surprise that they added more than a few nods to Frozen into the mix in Zootopia.

From Alan Tudyk's Duke Weaselton to Chief Bogo delivering the best one-liner in Disney history, there are several nods to the famous film, but there's one you'd have to pause the flick to catch. As Judy's train cruises through Tundra Town, you can see two little elephants in Anna and Elsa costumes walking with their mother. Guess the film's popularity transcends even Disney movies?

7 A Living Hidden Mickey?

Is it legal to put a Hidden Mickey on the flesh/fur of a living character? We don't know, but we do know where you can -spot- a Hidden Mickey you might have to watch twice for. Keep your eyes peeled next time you walk into the ZPD.

RELATED: 10 Zootopia Jokes Disney Fans Missed

Clawhauser, our favorite cheetah cop, has a lot more going on than just a crush on a certain pronged pop star. If you look closely at the spots on one of his cheeks, you can see a Hidden Mickey formed by three of them. Gotta give the film-makers credit for creativity on this one.

6 Perfectly Legal

We can't leave this list without talking about our favorite hustler, Nick Wilde. Aside from the whole tax-evasion deal, does Nick do anything illegal in his shifty popsicle routine? His materials are paid in full, nobody gets hurt during the process, and he sells a safe and delicious product. What's the issue?

If he were to take that Jumbo Pop and break it into more easily-consumable pieces, that would be the logical thing to do. What's the harm in putting a measly $2 price tag on it? Not exactly an Easter egg, but it is something we didn't catch upon our first viewing.

5 He Left the Washtub at Home

This is one Easter egg that only viewers of a certain age might catch, but it still made it through our sensors. One of the fourteen missing mammal cases on Bogo's desk is Emmet Otter, a florist who works for Mr. Big. Think back to that name, Emmet Otterton. Why does that sound so familiar?

RELATED: 10 Of The Most Iconic Jim Henson Muppets, Ranked

Emmet Otterton is a direct reference to the Jim Henson character Emmet Otter, most notably from Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas. Since Disney works so well with the Muppets, it only makes sense to throw them a little wink in an animated film once in a while. Perhaps they both play the washtub bass?

4 Mickey Merch on the Move

We have not one but two Hidden Mickeys on the list. Where Clawhauser's Mickey spots can easily be seen upon closer inspection, this next one is perhaps even harder to spot. Just before Judy encounters Nick and Finnick on the sidewalk, a Mickey can be seen briefly, but not where you'd expect.

When the pair of foxes pass a mother hippo and her child, a full-bodied plush of Mickey can be seen in the pouch of the mother's stroller. A Mickey head is a treat, but a full-bodied appearance is even rarer!

3 Hunter and the Hunted

This is one of those hidden details that not only hit us hard after a rewatching but made us rethink a character's entire motives. Nick Wilde is one of the most loveable characters with the most heart-wrenching of backstories. Nobody likes dealing with bullies at any point in life, but Nick's bullies have a common denominator that one might miss upon first viewing.

Nick's tormentors are all prey animals. Even in his monologue, he mentions being the only predator in the ranger scouts. That totally shifts our view of the predator vs. prey conflicts. Even before knowing a bunny can go savage, we see that even creatures like a zebra, groundhog, and colt can be just as cruel.

2 Early Villain Reveal

Recent Disney films, Zootopia included, have had the habit of hiding their villains in plain sight. Though her reveal is unexpected for some, those who pay attention to the story get a hint at who's really pulling the strings in the anti-predator plot. It all starts when they move Clawhauser from the front desk to records... down by the boiler.

Where have we seen an office in a boiler room before? When we get our assistance interaction with Bellwether, we are shown her office is actually in the boiler room instead of a proper setting. Once Clawhauser is moved, it's not hard to put two and two together.

1 Judy and the Don

We love seeing Officer Hopps use her wits and kind nature to get out of a scrap, but we tend to forget that during her time in Zootopia, she earned the favor of a very powerful ally. How do you think it would look to the ZPD if one of their star officers had connections with the mob?

With his Don Vito persona and Brando vibes, it can be said Mr. Big is one of the biggest players in the Tundra Town mafia. Sure, he becomes a friend to both Judy and Nick by the end of the film, but Judy wouldn't have garnered the info from Weasleton if not for his intervention. Probably shouldn't tell Bogo about this one.

NEXT: The 10 Best Disney Shared Universe Fan Theories, Ranked

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“Of Runways and Darkness”- Chapter 4

Author’s Note: I'm looking to do maybe three or four chapters today because I fell behind last week. This has been a crazy week at work for me! We have testing to administer and it's LITTER-ally eating up all my time. I'm going to bed exhausted and waking up in the same state. It's horrendous. I hate it.

Alright, that's enough of a rant session for me. Please enjoy the chapter!

Adrien was scared.

Terrified really.

At the end of the school day, Adrien had left with Nino after the girl’s had run off. He bid his friend good bye as he left for the day and the blonde headed off for the gym locker room so he could change for fencing; they only practiced for an hour since it was Friday but at the end of that time, Adrien found himself blinking curiously at the same two girls he had seen leave sometime before. They sat on a bench, heads close, giggling every now and then. He started to go ask if they would like to walk home together when he suddenly saw Alya lean closer to Marinette. She whispered something. It was adorable to see the way her face twisted the longer her friend gave her an idea.

What terrified him were the words that followed: “You’re evil! I love it. I’m sure I can make it work and Adrien….”

“Is going to die. I know.” He froze. What? He listened for more but all he heard was Marinette ordering them to leave so that Alya could take a break before patrol that evening. Neither of them spied him. They left. Adrien followed, his heart pounding like crazy. The girls were gone by the time he got outside and the Gorilla stared at him so all he could do was put on an air of calm before jumping into the car to go home himself.

He was going to owe Plagg a month’s worth of camembert since he needed to know why he was going to die and how Marinette was planning to do it.

****

Chat Noir grunted as he vaulted over a rooftop and landed on the next; the feature he loved the most of all of his powers was the night vision he had since it allowed him to see details that none other than the actual alley cats saw in the dark. He knew the seasons were changing. He didn’t see his breath like he had in December, January, and February. The thought made his ears and tail twitch. It was such a happy thought that his life, despite his father’s frequent absence, was turning into everything he always wanted it to be. Especially when his thoughts lazily rolled to the idea of his girlfriend. Marinette was everything he’d dreamed of since the day he met Ladybug: strong, courageous, intelligent, gentle, caring, sweet. Beautiful. He smirked as he cleared another set of roofs.

Everything was… well, perfect.

Yeah, perfect.

He stood atop the buildings across from Marinette’s balcony. There was no missing the busy young woman moving back and forth in her room, every now and then pausing to say something to her kwami, giggling, and then going back to whatever it was she had been doing. There was no doubt in his mind that the pieces of fabric and clothing he saw every now and then were her contest pieces coming to life. He wondered if she would let him see any. She had been really protective of her ball gown back in December (oh, and he needed to remember to return it to her since he’d immediately had any water damage fixed so that she could wear it again for another formal event. Or their daughter could for her first. Either or). His cheeks flushed. There was almost a tremor in his suit which made him immediately think that Plagg was laughing at him. He blew a frustrated breath before jumping over to the balcony. Making sure to land with a thud and give her a second to hide anything she didn’t want him to see, he straightened and went towards the entrance. He could hear movement below. He smirked knowing that she was doing exactly as he predicted; a few moments later, she pushed the hatch open, a smile crossing her face.

“Hey,” he greeted. She moved out of the way to give him access to the room which he slid into with ease. She secured it back once he was clear. Her eyes rolled as she turned to find him leaning against her pillows, a smirk on his face, and a twinkle in his eyes. Chat Noir held his arms out for her as he rested on her pillows. She went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and nuzzling her cheek into his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. They laid in silence for some time.

“So,” she breathed, “What brings the great Chat Noir to my loft?”

“A cat can’t desire to see his purrincess can he?”

She eyed him. Leaning up a bit to see his face better, she quipped, “Not when he saw me today, he knows I’m making surprise clothing, and he knows he shouldn’t be abusing his partner like this.” A raised hand counted off the things as she listed off everything she said.

“Plagg agreed to this!”

“You still can't abuse him.”

“It’s not abuse if he’s doing it willingly!”

“Did he really agree to this..or was he bribed?”

“... He agreed with a little cheese as incentive.”

She rolled her eyes again and poked his nose. “Still abuse Chat.” She paused. “But seriously… What’s up Adrien? You usually only come to see me if something's wrong.” He flinched, tightening his arms around her.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “I don’t mean to.” He kissed her forehead. “I need to come by more just to come by,” he murmured against her skin. She smiled, tilting her head back and hugging herself closer to him. Their legs became entwined the longer they laid there; not that they minded. Chat licked his lips.

“Purrincess,” he purred, “A little birdy told me that you were planning something big for Adrien.”

She giggled. Leaning up again, she balanced herself so that she could lazily trace a teasing line up his chest. “Oh?” He swallowed hard.

“Y-yeah and it mentioned something about Adrien… dying?” The motion of her hand stopped. Chat’s face flushed under his mask as he watched her fight so hard not to laugh even though she failed. His ear’s twitched at the sound: musical, light. What didn’t help was the longer it went, the redder his face got. At one point, she even rolled away from him, wrapping her arms around her middle as tears streamed from her beautiful sky-colored eyes. “Are you done,” he asked a minute later. She sat up, wiping the corner of her eyes with a hand. The giggles were more ragged now and in between some breaths. Chat sat up now too. Only his arms were crossed and a pout was on his lips, the cat ears were flat on his head and his tail, laying on the bed, twitched. Her smile never dimmed as she moved closer again. Gently, she reached up and cupped his face. The pout didn’t leave.

“Chat, don’t pout,” she sing-songed. He turned his head a bit so that he wasn’t looking directly at her. She kissed his nose. “Did the little birdy tell you that Alya and I were thinking of doing something special for the dinner? Just for Adrien Agreste’s eyes and to make him feel a bit better about the whole thing since I know how worried and protective he is about me and his father interacting.” His ears twitched this time. “I promise it’s nothing bad but no, you don’t get to know about it,”she added, cutting him off. His pout deepened.

“Not fair purrincess.”

“Didn’t I already tell you claw’s fair in love?”

Chat stared at Mari like she’d just shot his heart with an arrow. Which she might as well have done. The smirk on her face grew wider, her eyes narrowed alluringly, and she licked her lips as she took inventory of him.

“What’s the matter kitty, did you grab your own tongue?”

Now said organ was swollen to the roof of his mouth. Marinette only giggled as he reached for her, gently pulling her to him, and kissing her on the very lips she’d just subtly indicated she wanted kissing. She ran her fingers into his hair. Absently, she touched his ears. They twitched. When they pulled apart, their eyes didn’t leave the other but Mari did take a free hand and stroke his cheek.

“For the record,” he breathed, “your puns are still clawful. Leave it to the purr-fessionals.”

“Purr-fessionals? Even that was bad for your standards.”

“Paw-lease. It was pawsome and you know it.” She rolled her eyes.

“Stop it!”

“Why? Are you mew-sierable?”

She started to pull away but Chat had none of that. He grabbed the tops of her arms, pulling her back to him but when she struggled playfully against him, he twisted so that she ended up underneath him. His tail, now in the air, swished playfully. To this day, she would swear she could see tiny invisible hearts floating off of his head, as if she needed any more reason to believe either of them wasn’t a total weeb and perfect for each other.

“Chat Noir, I will throw you off my balcony if you don’t stop!”

“Death by an angel? I think I can risk it. Besides, the headlines will be a-mew-sing!”

“Chat!” She giggled as he nuzzled her neck. His soft blonde hair tickled her chin and neck as his lips traced a gentle path in the same place.

“My lady, I’m paw-sitively feline that you are the purr-tiest girl in the world and that you love this alley cat too much to kill me. I’m too purr-cious. You’ll admit one day that I am a-mew-sing and you cat live without my puns.” She stifled a laugh. No way. She wasn’t about to give him an ego boost. Chat heard it though; the perks of being a cat based hero with magical powers is that he could hear even the tiniest of sounds which included the near strangled-sound in her throat. He started to say something when there came a sound from below. Freezing, he waited, realized the sound was getting closer before he rolled over, out of sight of the door below. Marinette blinked confused.

“Marinette?” She knew the voice instantly and looked over the edge of her bed. Her father stood in the entrance, holding the door up. He was in his night clothing. “Your mother says it’s late. Turn your light off. There may not be school but we’re going to need your help in the morning with the bakery.”

“Yes Papa,” she chirped. He smiled at her before disappearing back into the main part of the house. Chat released the breath he held. Marinette smirked at him and leaned over to kiss his forehead. “Guess that’s your cue to go home.” He nodded. Sitting up, he kissed her nose in return, his eyes glowing. He hesitated to go. Now it was his turn to lick his lips as he eyed her one more time but before he could ask the question on his mind, Mari reached up and poked his nose, causing him to scrunch it. “No kitty. You don’t get to know. Would you just trust me? I purr-omise what Alya and I are scheming is not bad. You’ll enjoy it. For sure.” He sighed, catching her hand and kissing the back of it.

“You, I trust. That fox you call a friend, not so much.”

“Probably a wise idea.”

“I’m going to be concerned about her words too.”

“Metaphorically speaking. I’m not going to actually kill you. Weren’t you the one who said you’re too purr-cious for me to kill?”

“Stop throwing my puns back at me.”

“Or?”

“Purrincess, you know I have nothing for that.”

“I know. It’s still cute to see you try and think you can win.” She kissed him quickly before gently pushing him to go. “Alright, bed time. You better go before someone figures out you’re not at home.”

He brushed some of her hair off of her forehead. “Good-night my lady. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she yawned. Chat stood and pushed her balcony door open. He blew her one final kiss once he was up, shut her door, and disappeared into the night.

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Journal Entry #12

Prompt: What’s in your bag

Fuck.

Okay. Let’s see here...

A phone charger for my “new” phone.

My wallet full of important money and identifying things.

My beloved aquafina lip balm *applies immediately after remembering it exists*

My makeup compact; i’m currently using Maybelline’s “superstay better skin” powder

A lanyard with a USB on it; I used this flash drive mainly for my own job for presentations 

A nasal inhaler that is mostly empty.

An old aquafina lip balm that I will be throwing away.

This leather coin pouch in the shape of a bird Krishna got be from this really cool shop in the town our college is in.

Eyedrops for contact wearers.

A crusty coughdrop.

Tinted lip balm I accidentally stole from my college roommate.

An empty pack of spearmint gum.

iPhone headphones from my old work phone.

Lots of receipts that are too painful to look at because it shows me how much money I’ve spent.

A window decal that says “The Tongass. America’s salmon forest” that I got from one of the salmon festivals. I was going to put it on my car because it looks like “Tongue ass”

Birth control pills.

Non-latex condoms.

A little thing of Benefit’s “Dr. Feelgood” because my face is an oil spill.

Another flashdrive. No idea what’s on it. I put it in my purse when I was moving so it’s be in a safe place.

This really cute necklace I bought at a store called Francesca’s when I was visiting Raven.

Loose change.

A small thing of Benefit’s “Pore-fessional” because, again, my face is an oil spill.

A hair clip.

Hair pins.

My prozac because a bitch is depressed (and anxious)

A compact of oil absorbing powder.

Loose change. I don’t care enough to tell you how much is there.

Some old mints that fell out of their container forever ago.

More trash.

A eyeglass tool, you know those things with the tiny screwdriver?

Matte plum lip gloss.

A slightly different shade of plum lipstick.

A single safety pin because I just bought a galaxy s6 and you have to stab the sim card holder to get it to open.

The star earrings I wore on New Year’s Eve that I’ve yet to take out of my purse.

And that’s all.

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Perform a little research on locksmith costs in your area before making any moves to employ one. if you are not familiar with pricing, it would be simple for anyone to take full advantage of you. While everybody has different rates, you shouldn’t hire anyone that charges far more than the norm.

When you are getting a quotation from the locksmith, make sure you inquire about other costs. Are the prices inclusive of tax? Are you able to get any discounts, like for teachers or seniors? Do you charge extra for urgency or mileage? Know the real total before you sign anything.

Look for a locksmith before you decide to need them. This really is answer to ensuring you know anyone is reputable and trustworthy. Don’t just search online, but refer to them as, meet them and learn whatever they offer. You’ll obtain a feeling for these people and determine if you believe in them from the very beginning.

Call roadside assistance before calling a locksmith. They may provide you their own personal locksmithing services, or they can refer one to a trustworthy local professional. Should you don’t have roadside assistance, call your insurance carrier because they may offer similar services or references. Regardless, they’ll know who you can call.

Ask if the locksmith has a invoice on them they will decide to submit after the work is done BEFORE they begin. Look at it to ascertain if it appears to be professional. Could it be on letterhead? Will it include their company name and address? Or will they plan to produce a handwritten invoice? Then, send them on his or her way.

Since you now know how to locate a great locksmith, you simply need to practice it! Make an effort now so that you’ll be ready if something bad happens. When you’re left on the doorstep along with your keys gone, you’ll be glad to have their number already within your speed dial

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 Performing tax research is an importa

nt part of tax practice. As outlined in Chapter 2 of your

textbook, tax law is developed through a number of different governmental entities. Congress

enacts the tax Code as statutory law. The Treasury Department is tasked with the

implementation of the

tax Code and, in the course of doing so, develops a number of

documents and materials to aid taxpayers in understanding the Treasury Department’s

interpretation of the code, including the Regulations. In turn, the Internal Revenue Service

(“IRS”) has the

direct responsibility for

implementing the tax Code and in assessing and

collecting the applicable tax from taxpayers. In the course of its duties, it also develops a

number of materials, including Revenue Rulings, Revenue Procedures, and Private Letter

Rulings, in which it sets forth its understanding of the tax laws. Finally, the federal courts

decide tax cases in which taxpayers contest the government’s interpretation of the tax laws. In

deciding these cases, the federal courts set forth binding inte

rpretation of what the tax laws

provide. All of these materials (often called primary resources) are important resources in

performing tax research. On top of these primary sources of tax law, there are a number of

secondary materials provided by various

organizations and publishers. These secondary

materials offer editorial analysis of the tax laws (somewhat akin to a Cliffs’ Notes

®

on tax laws)

to help tax practitioners understand the tax laws and apply them in given situations.

Just as with the first

project that was submitted in Week 3, t

he following assignment has

three

(

3

) different graded elements. Two of them require you to prepare tax file memoranda, while

the

remaining element requires

you to compose an essay answering the question asked. AS

S

UCH, YOU WILL BE SUBMITTING

THREE

SEPARATE DOCUMENTS FOR THIS ASSIGNMENT.

1.

The first two assignments require you to compose tax file memoranda. In each of these

problems, you will be given a fact pattern or issue that requires you

to decide

or analyze

a particular issue of tax law. You will also be provided with a number of the primary

sources discussed above

(

e.g.

, Revenue Rulings, cases)

on that issue of tax law.

You will

then compose a tax file memoranda concerning that taxpayer.

You can find det

ails as to

how to compose such a memorandum in Chapter 2 of your text, including a sample text

file memorandum in Figure 2.6 on page 2

–

26 of your text. Use the materials provided to

determine the proper solution to the taxpayer’s issues. In particular, d

iscuss the

materials in some detail in the “Analysis” section of the tax file memorandum. THIS IS

IMPORTANT! The most important part of any tax file memorandum is the thoroughness

of the analysis defending the conclusion reached in the memorandum. Accor

dingly,

most of the points awarded on the assignment are allocated to the “Analysis” sect

ion of

the memorandum. In assessing these assignments, consideration will be given to,

among other factors, (1) your accuracy in summarizing the relevant facts; (2) t

he

accuracy of your identification and statement of the “Issue” presented by the problem;

(3) the accuracy of your “Conclusion;” (4) the thoroughness and quality of your analysis

Week

7

Research Project (Set #

1

)

DeVry University Acct 429

offered in the “Analysis” section of your memorandum; and (5) the overall

pro

fessionalism of your memorandum (

e.g.,

presentation, use of proper grammar,

proper spelling, and quality of communication).

EACH OF THE TAX MEMORANDA

IS

WORTH

30

POINTS

, FOR A TOTAL OF

60

POINTS

.

2.

The remaining assignment require

s

you to perform some rese

arch on the Internet to

find relevant materials and to

analyze these materials.

As previously noted, in

performing this research, you may not take advantage of any resources other than those

specifically permitted by the assignment, including assignments

previously completed by

other students or other similar materials.

You will then complete an essay answering

the question or questions presented by

this

assignment. Your submission will be graded

on a number of factors, including (1) your ability to loca

te relevant research and

materials on the Internet; (2) your ability to analyze these resources; (3) your ability to

draw conclusions from these resources and to defend these conclusions with analysis of

the research and materials located; and (4) the over

all professionalism and content of

your essay (

e.g.,

presentation, use of proper grammar, proper spelling, and quality of

communication).

TH

IS

ESSAY

IS

WORTH

20

POINTS.

Please note that these assignments are worth a significant portion of your grade. As

such, you

should take them seriously, and leave yourself enough time to complete them. Do not wait

until the last weekend to begin these assignments. If you do, it will be very difficult for you to

submit quality responses to each of the four questions o

r problems posed. Please also note

that preparing these answers conscientiously will help you in preparing for the final

examination, given that you may be required to perform similar analyses on the exam. Should

you have a question, please ask your inst

ructor. Good luck!

Week

7

Research Project (Set #

1

)

DeVry University Acct 429

TAX RESEARCH MEMORANDUM ASSIGNMENT 1

As we learned in Week 4, the Code allows taxpayers to take a deduction for the cost of meals

when taxpayers have been deemed

to be “away from home” for tax purposes. This

determination can be difficult. Two separate clients came to you with questions as to whether

they are entitled to take a deduction for the cost of meals incurred during a particular trip. The

facts pertaini

ng to each are:

1.

Tracey is a sales representative for a national pharmaceutical company. She has a

rather large sales territory, and she makes her rounds to her customers using a

company

–

owned car over a 16

–

to 19

–

hour period of time. During these one

–

day

business trips, Tracey will pull over in a suitable location (such as a park or a rest

stop) and take a short nap in the backseat of her automobile.

2.

Mark captains a ferryboat. This ferryboat carries tourists on roundtrips from Seattle

to Victoria and

back, each trip of which lasts from 15 to 17 hours and provides for a

6

–

to 7

–

hour layover in Victoria. During the layover, Mark typically takes a four

–

hour

nap on a cot that he has stored in the pilothouse of the ferryboat.

Under each of these circumstan

ces, if the taxpayer entitled to deduct the cost of meals

purchased during the trip at issue?

COMPOSE A TAX FILE MEMORANDUM CONCERNING THIS ISSUE

FOR BOTH TAXPAYERS

USING

THESE FACTS AND THE RESEARCH MATERIALS PROVIDED

TO YOU IN THE NEXT FEW PAGES (

30

POI

NTS)

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ACCT 429 Week 7 Research Project

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 Performing tax research is an importa

nt part of tax practice. As outlined in Chapter 2 of your

textbook, tax law is developed through a number of different governmental entities. Congress

enacts the tax Code as statutory law. The Treasury Department is tasked with the

implementation of the

tax Code and, in the course of doing so, develops a number of

documents and materials to aid taxpayers in understanding the Treasury Department’s

interpretation of the code, including the Regulations. In turn, the Internal Revenue Service

(“IRS”) has the

direct responsibility for

implementing the tax Code and in assessing and

collecting the applicable tax from taxpayers. In the course of its duties, it also develops a

number of materials, including Revenue Rulings, Revenue Procedures, and Private Letter

Rulings, in which it sets forth its understanding of the tax laws. Finally, the federal courts

decide tax cases in which taxpayers contest the government’s interpretation of the tax laws. In

deciding these cases, the federal courts set forth binding inte

rpretation of what the tax laws

provide. All of these materials (often called primary resources) are important resources in

performing tax research. On top of these primary sources of tax law, there are a number of

secondary materials provided by various

organizations and publishers. These secondary

materials offer editorial analysis of the tax laws (somewhat akin to a Cliffs’ Notes

®

on tax laws)

to help tax practitioners understand the tax laws and apply them in given situations.

Just as with the first

project that was submitted in Week 3, t

he following assignment has

three

(

3

) different graded elements. Two of them require you to prepare tax file memoranda, while

the

remaining element requires

you to compose an essay answering the question asked. AS

S

UCH, YOU WILL BE SUBMITTING

THREE

SEPARATE DOCUMENTS FOR THIS ASSIGNMENT.

1.

The first two assignments require you to compose tax file memoranda. In each of these

problems, you will be given a fact pattern or issue that requires you

to decide

or analyze

a particular issue of tax law. You will also be provided with a number of the primary

sources discussed above

(

e.g.

, Revenue Rulings, cases)

on that issue of tax law.

You will

then compose a tax file memoranda concerning that taxpayer.

You can find det

ails as to

how to compose such a memorandum in Chapter 2 of your text, including a sample text

file memorandum in Figure 2.6 on page 2

–

26 of your text. Use the materials provided to

determine the proper solution to the taxpayer’s issues. In particular, d

iscuss the

materials in some detail in the “Analysis” section of the tax file memorandum. THIS IS

IMPORTANT! The most important part of any tax file memorandum is the thoroughness

of the analysis defending the conclusion reached in the memorandum. Accor

dingly,

most of the points awarded on the assignment are allocated to the “Analysis” sect

ion of

the memorandum. In assessing these assignments, consideration will be given to,

among other factors, (1) your accuracy in summarizing the relevant facts; (2) t

he

accuracy of your identification and statement of the “Issue” presented by the problem;

(3) the accuracy of your “Conclusion;” (4) the thoroughness and quality of your analysis

Week

7

Research Project (Set #

1

)

DeVry University Acct 429

offered in the “Analysis” section of your memorandum; and (5) the overall

pro

fessionalism of your memorandum (

e.g.,

presentation, use of proper grammar,

proper spelling, and quality of communication).

EACH OF THE TAX MEMORANDA

IS

WORTH

30

POINTS

, FOR A TOTAL OF

60

POINTS

.

2.

The remaining assignment require

s

you to perform some rese

arch on the Internet to

find relevant materials and to

analyze these materials.

As previously noted, in

performing this research, you may not take advantage of any resources other than those

specifically permitted by the assignment, including assignments

previously completed by

other students or other similar materials.

You will then complete an essay answering

the question or questions presented by

this

assignment. Your submission will be graded

on a number of factors, including (1) your ability to loca

te relevant research and

materials on the Internet; (2) your ability to analyze these resources; (3) your ability to

draw conclusions from these resources and to defend these conclusions with analysis of

the research and materials located; and (4) the over

all professionalism and content of

your essay (

e.g.,

presentation, use of proper grammar, proper spelling, and quality of

communication).

TH

IS

ESSAY

IS

WORTH

20

POINTS.

Please note that these assignments are worth a significant portion of your grade. As

such, you

should take them seriously, and leave yourself enough time to complete them. Do not wait

until the last weekend to begin these assignments. If you do, it will be very difficult for you to

submit quality responses to each of the four questions o

r problems posed. Please also note

that preparing these answers conscientiously will help you in preparing for the final

examination, given that you may be required to perform similar analyses on the exam. Should

you have a question, please ask your inst

ructor. Good luck!

Week

7

Research Project (Set #

1

)

DeVry University Acct 429

TAX RESEARCH MEMORANDUM ASSIGNMENT 1

As we learned in Week 4, the Code allows taxpayers to take a deduction for the cost of meals

when taxpayers have been deemed

to be “away from home” for tax purposes. This

determination can be difficult. Two separate clients came to you with questions as to whether

they are entitled to take a deduction for the cost of meals incurred during a particular trip. The

facts pertaini

ng to each are:

1.

Tracey is a sales representative for a national pharmaceutical company. She has a

rather large sales territory, and she makes her rounds to her customers using a

company

–

owned car over a 16

–

to 19

–

hour period of time. During these one

–

day

business trips, Tracey will pull over in a suitable location (such as a park or a rest

stop) and take a short nap in the backseat of her automobile.

2.

Mark captains a ferryboat. This ferryboat carries tourists on roundtrips from Seattle

to Victoria and

back, each trip of which lasts from 15 to 17 hours and provides for a

6

–

to 7

–

hour layover in Victoria. During the layover, Mark typically takes a four

–

hour

nap on a cot that he has stored in the pilothouse of the ferryboat.

Under each of these circumstan

ces, if the taxpayer entitled to deduct the cost of meals

purchased during the trip at issue?

COMPOSE A TAX FILE MEMORANDUM CONCERNING THIS ISSUE

FOR BOTH TAXPAYERS

USING

THESE FACTS AND THE RESEARCH MATERIALS PROVIDED

TO YOU IN THE NEXT FEW PAGES (

30

POI

NTS)