A collection of fake IDs from a bartender in New York.
I had a fake ID when I was 20, because I was the youngest in my group of friends at the time. Mainly I used it at O’Rourke’s Tavern, our hang-out in Lincoln, Nebraska. Actually it wasn’t a fake ID, it was a real ID that I got at the Department of Motor Vehicles in Council Bluffs, Iowa with a friend’s birth certificate and social security card. I have a feeling that you can’t do this today, with their computers and whatnot.
On my 21st birthday, I went to O’Rourke’s with a group of people. They’d long stopped checking my ID there, but after ID-ing everyone else in our group the bouncer said, “might as well check yours, too,” and I gave him my real ID. He just shook his head and let me in.
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When I was a senior in high school and was checking out fraternities for college, an older guy who had gone to the same high school invited me to his frat house for several parties. He had a booming business making fake IDs. He did it with a large cardboard replica of a license illustrated with felt tip markers. There was a rectangular hole where the photo should go. He would have his customer stand against the right colored background with their head in the hole and take a polaroid. He'd cut it out and there was your fake ID. I never got one but they apparently worked great.
Post-9/11, manufacturing fake drivers licenses is a felony in most states.
Posted by methane | May 8, 2007 7:20 PM
Posted on May 8, 2007 19:20