Fake ID
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.
