I have not changed the address on my license since 2008, when we moved down from the far end of the county back into the city. I have thought about it, but the need for Real ID requires that I set foot inside the DMV to do it. Furthermore, my (retired) mom still lives at the address that is on my license so the emergency situations that might arise from someone showing up to that address are not hindered by the fact that I have not lived there since July of 2009. Besides, I am there at least three days a week or so anyway in case any mail comes. Recently, my simply not making the change worked to my advantage… As a few of you know, I am in what is among the best physical shape I have been in in my adult life. Back before election time, I had taken up hitting open gym and playing basketball with some people young enough to be my kids. Stylistic difference in how they play against how we grew up playing aside, everything went quite well and except for a cramp that
Y’know? Sometimes I have the toughest of times getting out of my own damned way. I should say, I guess, that my own way finds a way of staying in front of me. Every time I think I have dispatched of a former situation, something directly related to it finds its way back into my life. As the two of you may recall, I once tried to make a movie and the whole thing literally and figuratively went up in flames. I escaped the situation – again literally and figuratively – unburned until I was revisited by it a couple of years down the road. My handling of it all seemed to me that I had rid myself of it to the point where I could go on with my life. New house, new puppy, new outlook and all. Everything is good right? RIGHT?!!? Wrong™! [ Phlip note : unless you received a DM from me on Instagram at/about 4pm on November 12 rd , please click the link below before continuing ] [ link ] Now just why in the great blue hell would I be yammering on ab
I’ll be honest, life has been difficult and assuredly less fun since having to abandon the Moe Phillips name… Imagine YEARS of using a contrived identity with which to complete the tasks of various entertaining endeavors, legality bedamned, and just having to throw them all out the window because of a detective with a funny name . As we recall, I previously had set about the task of rehabilitating the Moe Phillips name by using him as a vigilante to exact justice for those who could not extract it in legal manners. The issue, apparently, is that vigilante justice is still a crime in itself. [ Phlip note : then how the fuck is Batman not arrested? I THOUGHT THIS WAS AMERICA, PEOPLE!!! ] Short on options to allow me to continue to use the Moe Phillips name and all the street cred I have earned it through the last few years without Detective Woodpenis up my ass – no pun intended – I’mma have to smarten up for a while. Planning for long vacation and needing t
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