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The
City on the Edge of Forever
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Lazy
Feed 007
Ever
notice how it takes I.D. to get I.D.? And to get a decent job
it
takes a permanent place of residence, but to get a permanent place of
residence you need a decent job? America is full of
Catch-22's
like that. Say what ever you want but don't say that, go where ever
you want but
don't go there,
do what ever
want but don't do that,
etc. Crazy stuff comrade.
There are, however, a few exceptions. Case in point the
IRS. See, I've been without I.D. for a while now.
As far as
"the grid" is concerned, I don't exist. Can't get a job,
can't
check into a hotel, buy a car, rent an apartment, open a bank
account... I'm a nobody. A real commie pinko Nobody.
But not to the IRS. They KNOW exactly who I am, where I am,
and
how much I Owe them *laughs* Not only that, they are More
than
willing to throw my sorry butt in jail if I don't cough up the
dough. Oh ya, they Know who I am and can "prove" it, too...
Same with the Jury Duty people, they Know alright. They are
so
positive in their convictions as to my identity that they will throw me
in jail for contempt of court if I don't play ball with them...
NOBODY else on the face of this planet knows who I am... but They do.
Gig is, They won't let the I.D. people, the Job people, the Bank people
(or anybody else for that matter) in on Their little secret.
*grins*
Crazy.
God
Bless America.
*sploosh*
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