Irene and I moved from Maryland to West Virginia in June 2004, though because the state required a notarized copy of my birth certificate, I wasn’t able to get a WV drivers license until July. It was to expire on my birthday at the end of this month, but since I’ll be in London at the World Horror Con then—actually, I’ll be in the air on my actual birthday of March 31, so I can celebrate on two continents—I figured I’d better get the renewal out of the way. So I headed in last week to make sure my eyes still worked and to sign up for another five years of West Virginia.

For those of you who’ve been wondering what West Virginia does to a man, check it out below. (And just in case you can’t tell, that’s July ’04 to the left, March ’10 to the right.)

I guess owning a shotgun and a chainsaw changes you more than I thought.