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Horror story to see the darker side of this. A number of years ago.. wont go into too many details here. my wife's brother fled the state of michigan on some serious charges. he took our friends outdated license and used his picture to get a new id. so in fact her brother became our friends brother. they are the same hight and build but in the face dont really look that much alike.
scary how stupid people can be.
he got caught finally and is still serving prison time. but what happned to our friends brother?
during all this he was trying to get on disability and because they found out he had a car, a steady job, and a nice income tax check he couldnt get on disibality. all because her brother took his id cashed checks and had a job.
our friends brother finally got it all straightened out and got his disability but sigh the hassle of it all nearly drove him to the brink.
ID theft is real and that is why banks have this policy. and now with a thumb print along with it. (well in louisiana if you dont have a bank accout everywhere they make you put your thumbprint on the check somewhere) they try to cut down on all this.
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