Saturday, March 24, 2007
Fake Id confiscation #4 Florida
Oh Anne Fleming, your fake ID looked brand new. Your friends had just turned twenty-one. You, however, had not. You handed it to me and I recognized it like an ill-fated back-handed compliment. I simply said, "This is fake" while slipping it into my pocket. And you replied an unrehearsed, "Is it?"- as if you had never seen the ID either. Perhaps you are a Pisces, and "Anne" is really your darker half. The dark half would like some Belgian beer, or perhaps her ID back. No, I can't give you either. Why? The same tell-tale eagle/authentic hologram is on each fake they press on St. Marks. It looks like the printer was out of everything but green ink, apparently they've been busy. Me, too. Sorry about your night.
It's too bad; if you had a real ID, you could have been drinking on the veranda when Norah Jones showed up later. I ID'd her out of habit, even though I'd seen her here before. She's sweet. Oh, and my friend Jordan checked to see if there was a Navajo St in Miami-- you know, home of the Seminoles-- and there is. I was surprised. I wonder if you really grew up there after all.