The comment was made that dmv found his whereabouts anyway.
Years ago, I was underground, I mean BIG time gopher-holed. No one knew where I was. As was the SOP at the time, I had mail, addy's, vehicles, etc, spread out far and thin. But not one single thing, not a phone, nothing, had me tied there. Except the power bill. There was no way whatsoever to turn on the power, WITH a S.S.N. no doubt, and have the bill sent to that physical address. Never thought it much, it's a power bill.
Skip forward a lot of time, and I was trying to re-establish an identity. Tough business when you're crawling out of THAT hole. But after the nightmares that you can imagine were concluding, I'm sitting at the dmv, the great gestapo. So this guy is giving me addresses that I had not lived at in 40 years. And I say yes, or no at times, because some of the addresses I did NOT live at, and he never slowed down. This went on for awhile, as my life has been somewhat convoluted is a simple way of putting it, but he finally asked about THE address. I just about vapor locked. I know I turned white. And I said no. It was very evident that that was the wrong answer. He asked a couple more times if I was sure, and sticking with the lie, I was adamant. He let it go, but he had me, and he knew it.
There's no other way, except that power bill. They're all plugged in I guess brother.
And sometimes, the truth is stranger than fiction..