Thousands of Victims, Digitally Kidnapped and Isolated, May Not Even Know
When I was 16, during a visit to the North Carolina DMV, when asked to state my birthday as the woman was entering my information, I said, "July 5th 1970?" with an obvious higher tone indicating a joke. And by the time I was actually 21 I had no interest in drinking on my birthday. It had lost its charm completely. Fast forward some 20 years and I'm hunting down serial killers in Santiago Park Canyon in Santa Ana California and had developed a significant rapport with the local equestrian police that patrolled the area. Sergeant Blake and his partner would pass through every week and I made the terrible mistake of saying 1970 to one Officer McCarthy, knowing fully well that I had a previous warrant for camping in the park, and this small lie would afford me time to have my name put on the calender, pull the warrant and face the ever normal injustices and prejudicial charge of being poor in an area where you have few if any rights unless you pay property taxes or have a v...