Kagle, being a baby, didn't give it much thought at the time. Later, when he became a big boy with dreams of a big boy car and big boy job and big boy crushing debt, he took the traditional pilgrimage to the DMV to get the necessary documents to prove he was said boy.
Long story short: He couldn't get an ID.
Long story long: 1) He was born with one name, 2) his Social Security card was issued under another name, 3) the two aforementioned names had to match in order to obtain an ID, and 4) he was issued a previously unknown Social Security card at birth that -- wait for it -- was also under the wrong name.
"And then your pants have another name altogether!"
"So the DMV told me to try going to Social Security, and getting my card reissued under my birth name."
Though that came with the obvious downside of giving up a sweet-ass name like King Kagle, at least it was a solution.
Unfortunately, by that time, terrorists had fucked everything up, and fucked him up, specifically, in one very specifically fucked up way. After the 9/11 attacks, the Real ID Act required states to follow rigorous Social Security Number verification practices when issuing a driver's license or identity card. Because if you let a terrorist obtain a fake ID, the next thing you know, he'll be using that ID to get a credit card. Then he'll use that credit card to get some Nikes, and if he gets some Nikes, he'll want to stuff them with plastic explosives and now you've gone and created a nightmare version of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.
If you give him the explosives, he'll ask for 40 virgins ...