LIE ABOUT MY AGE? Oh Hell Yes… haven’t you? I think I was 16 the first time. Of course we wanted to buy beer… being in High School and all. There was a little market called Jimmy’s on Fifth & Broadway… No Questions Asked, as long as you had anything resembling a fake ID. My dad had just renewed his driver’s license, and threw away his temporary one. It was just a typewritten form (this was 1959) and easy to erase and retype. We got the beer!!! It also worked at The Alameda Theater, which was the burlesque house in skid row. Very grown up we had become. We decided to score some of the hard stuff, and feeling very brave with my new identity, I tried a liquor store. The clerk looked me up and down and started to laugh… “nice job on the ID, but got the date wrong”. Well I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. At least he gave it back to me and didn’t tell my dad. We stuck to the beer after that.
Lol I use to use my brothers girlfriend”s old id. I had blond hair and blue eyes she had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Still worked. Oh and most of the time she was with me! Hitting the bars at 16 was funny! I knew the bouncers by name they knew me by my name not hers.
We have all done it, true. They kicked me out of the bar when I showed up on my 21st because they all already knew me there….
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Hi AR… Thanks… I have a similar story… I lived above the original Shakey’s Pizza in Sacramento when I went to college. A friend was the bartender there, and let me in… everyone assumed I was 21. For my birthday, my mom called Shakey’s to order pizzas for a surprise 21st party. Well, they were surprised I was not 21. I went in the night before my birthday for a beer, and the lady who ran the joint brought out a tiny pizza with a candle in the middle. She just rolled her eyes, shook her head and went back to cutting pizzas.