
Originally Posted by
snoogens
2 fake ID stories...both involving the same fake ID.
Flashback to freshman year in college. The old man decides to take me and my older brother of 2 years to Las Vegas for a week. He says to me in these exact words, "You're not going unless you get a fake ID." So what's a young lad to do but turn to one of his 3 older brothers of course. My choices: 21, 27, or 30. I went with 21 which then forced my 21 y/o brother to all of a sudden become 27. Amazing how ghetto fabulous NJ DMV was back in the day before giving away fake ID's to the entire Islamic community. Regardless, it had to be done, and it was. I was now a college freshman with a legal fake ID and access to many of life's grand wonders.
Now we're in Las Vegas and I'm at the craps table rolling the dice... and WINNING. Not Nick Pappagiorgio from Huma winning, but put my old man up a cool g. First time rolling and had the dice strong for 20 minutes. Of course, in the middle of it all, I was stopped by some beefy men in tuxedos questioning my age. No biggie...my shit was real. I keep rolling. We win more, eat well, sleep well.
Now it's about a month later, and I'm still using the ID on campus. It's a Thursday night, and me and my friends decide to trek an hour south to a place called Lava Lounge in Baltimore (later changed to become Sally's by the Sea). It was $10 cover, open bar all night. This was every Thursday. So I have the only REAL fake New Jersey ID and 4 of my friends have the absolute worst fakes ever. There was no golden hologram, the ink was excessively black, there was no number above the photo, and the DL# itself was way off. In fact, any half-brained bouncer who would have spent all of 5 minutes looking through a DL book would have instantly known that there is no DMV in NJ that is abbreviated as XXXX. In fact, it's only a 2-letter abbreviation. Not terribly hard to see what's fake. Also, the rest of their DL# was incredibly erroneous.
So they walk in before me and get let in no questions asked. Meanwhile, I'm stopped immediately and asked my birthdate, my sign, who the governor of NJ is (Whitman at the time), what exit off the turnpike, zip code, and county. So after the hassle, I get let in. Drink a lot of liquor. Found my way to an ATM machine to get some money. Couldn't put my card in right. Had a co-ed help me out. Make out on the ATM machine for an hour. Return to the U. of Md and miss my calculus exam. Awesome night.
So now about another month goes by. Cinco de Mayo. My friends need booze, so I buy. Go to Stateline and pick up a 2 6s of Green Grenades, case of Yuengling, and a bottle of vodka. So we're unloading it out of my trunk in front of the dorms and are immediately stopped by an off-duty cop on a bike that was patrolling an area almost a quarter-mile away. So I got fucked of course with every instantly bailing. Buh-bye ID, hello 3rd alcohol strike and one-way ticket to automatic off-campus housing sophomore year.
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