“Fuck this I’m going.” I said.
I was with a girl named Nicole.
“What are you talking about? How are you even going to get in?”
The beer gave me courage I had never felt before.
“I’m just going to walk right in. I’ll use someone’s ID. I don’t care. Everyone else is going and I’m getting tired of getting drunk and hanging out at Insomnia with all the other underage kids.”
“Alright, I guess I’ll go to.” Nicole said reluctantly.
One of the older guys must have overheard us. He was at least 18 if not older and apparently liked my enthusiasm of overcoming my age.
“You guys going to Mustard’s?” he asked. Your underage, you can’t get in.
Well hell yeah I thought. Mean Mr. Mustard’s was the coolest hippest bar in the Goth/industrial scene that my friends and I were trying so hard to break into, and we had just been invited by someone in the “scene” There wasn’t anyway I was missing this.
“Yeah we are going and your going to watch me get in!" I demanded The three of us walked down to the bar. Nicole and I forgetting about the guys who had bought us beer and we were hanging out with earlier. At this point they were irrelevant. Sure enough when we got up to the bar there was a big bouncer who looked me up and down and immediately asked for ID.
“Uh I forgot it. I stammered.
“Then you don’t get in.” he said.
The three of us turned and walked back to the coffee house, the older guy chuckling under his breath.
“I told you that you wouldn’t get in” He said.
“Oh yeah well I’m not done yet.”
We were sitting at the coffee house when I saw a girl I knew and oh how amazing life can be at times. This girl was rumored to be dating my ex boyfriend Jay. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect scenario. I walked over to her and explained my situation, then asked if I could use her ID to try and get into the bar. To this day I don’t know why she gave me her ID. Maybe she felt a little guilty for dating my ex right as he was breaking up with me or maybe she understood the feeling of wanting to fit in, whatever the reason I didn’t care. She gave me her ID and told me to get into the bar, get my hand stamped and then bring her the ID back. As we walked the three blocks back to the bar I was trying desperately to memorize her birthday and other important information on the ID. But the drinking I had done earlier made it hard for me. At this point it was just me and the the older guy. Nicole didn’t have an ID so she went back to continue drinking with the people we were with earlier.
“Whats your birthday?” the bouncer said as he peered down at me.
I rattled off the date.
“What’s your social security number?”
“Um I don’t know. I mean who knows their social anyway? You only need it when you’re doing your taxes”.
My god where did I come up with this stuff? I was too drunk to remember anything else on the ID except the birth date and I figured that he would buy the social security number bit because the whole tax thing was kind of true. He seemed to buy it.
“Ok what’s your address?’
Shit. I’d been caught. I had absolutely no hope of getting into the bar. My life as a cool person had ended before it even had a chance to get started properly. I must have looked pathetic.
“Uh, um forget it.” I was turning to walk away when the worst possible thing that could have happened, happened.
“Just get in here. The bouncer said. But I’m keeping this.” And with that he stamped my hand, giving me the permission to drink and pocketed the fake ID. Halleluiah! I’ve been saved. I didn’t care that he took the ID and that I wasn’t going to be able to get it back to the girl who had lent it to me because I didn’t care about anyone but myself. I walked through the door into a whole other world. I didn’t just walk into a bar I walked into a dark, scary, bad world that no sixteen year old child should be anywhere near.
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