Well, I committed a violent crime against a cop who had threatened my dogs, and they put me on probation. I told 'em I'm not amendable to probation, but they didn't believe me. When they started snagging shit like my passport and license and froze my accounts, and ordered me to both get a job, and take full day anger management and cognitive skills classes, I said fuck it, changed my name and moved. They caught up to me about a year later. I was just going to turn myself in and execute the prison sentence so the boss lady and I could start fresh. When I found out the Marshals were in town, searching for me, I blasted my computers, shredded all information about me under my assumed name, and sat back smoking my bong, making love to my beautiful boss lady, and waiting for them to get me. It took them 2 weeks to find me, even though I was using my real name, and a part of my family was cooperating with them.
EDIT: Wanna see a Native/Mexican/Irish woman lose her shit, and make you thankful the Marshal service has you in custody? Easy, let her find out your real name when the Marshals kick in your door and order you on the floor, by your full legal name. She was very forgiving, and looked into my background -- found out that the feud between said officer and I went back to high-school, and forgave me. On the condition that I never develop a second identity again.