I have literally been on the phone with 3 different government agencies for most of the last 3 days. I hope I rise again before Trump drains the swamp ... but I digress.

I finally found out that I apparently died on June 13, 1990 ... which, ironically was about 3 days after I graduated from VT and was my 23rd birthday. I am pretty sure I almost died that day but for entirely different reasons. vt90 has an entirely new meaning to me now.

It should surprise none of us that it took the government over 20 years and multiple clearances before realizing I was dead. I noticed that they have no problem accepting my taxes however.

To get this fixed, I have to bring reams of documentation to a Social Security Office and a military base on Tuesday. I expect the process to be swift and efficient. In and out of both places in just under a month.