In 1950 I wasn't born yet. In 1960, a census taker came to my parents house. I remember him asking questions and recording the answers on a notebook. In 1970, I was living in a college dormitory. In 1980, I moved out of an apartment in Garden Grove where I had lived for a few years and into a condo I bought in Santa Ana. In 1990 and 2000 I was at the same address where I live today. I've never seen a census taker or received anything in the mail from the Census in my adult life.
Who the fuck are they counting? Not me, that's for sure. I'm not hiding.