After I got arrested, my parole forced me to have an employer – like a “real” job. With an address and set hours. I referred to it as my babysitter.
Far different than self-employed hours of 24/7 everywhere and anywhere.
I took a sales job. The company wanted to put my name and number on business cards so that I could be reached by customers.
I got a “burn” phone that couldn’t be tracked back to me. And I said on the cards to put my first and middle names. That way, I wasn’t lying about my name but I wasn’t exposing my privacy, particularly after my legal issues (which would be a public relations nightmare for the company).
Of course, the accounting office was always confused with who I was because they had my real name. But to customers and my co-workers, I was to be addressed by a different name.
Everyone assumed my (legal) middle name was my last name. And that is how I planned it. After years in the entertainment business, always having a “stage name”, I created yet another identity for my legitimate work - a new first and last name.