No Fake I.D For Me

Getting a fake i.d wasn’t necessary for me. There were a million places that let us in underage, because we brought a vibe, we were cool and fun as fuck. Shout out to Southern Hospitality, Justin Timberlake if it weren’t for you Sara and Chris would have never met! We actually stopped going when we were of age, we had options now. Also saw Justin and Leonardo DiCaprio there once hanging out in the back, as well as Kid Rock. Kid Rock was weird as fuck, my boyfriend and I were making out in a booth when we felt a presence. There he was, standing there, watching us. Never said a word, just made a bunch of faces. Mind you we were in a booth by ourselves, he had a beer in hand resting on our table. I think he was trying to pull a robbery, after an uncomfortable ten minutes he finally went away. We were like should we keep making out? Is he trying to have a threesome? Puzzled.

On top of those places my friends parents owned plenty of restaurants. Fuming when Peter Lam’s dad gave up his SoHo hotspot, to live out his dream as a hairstylist. I was spoiled, why should I get an i.d for Don Hill’s? Plus procuring one was sketchy, I gave up at the first attempt. The subway across the street from Staples on 86th and Lex use to have a medley of shops upon descending the stairs, one was a shoe repair store. To get a fake you had to go in, say a phrase that slipped my mind eons ago, so the guy selling them would know your intentions. Something like: how much for a boot buckle? Or, do you fix soles? He charged $75. When we went the block was hot and the heat was on. He told us to come back, he was being watched. When we did he was fired. Plus, if he felt you didn’t look old enough, he would give you a photo as close to you as possible. I kid you not niggas would have entirely different ethnicities…like this person is Indian and you’re black…apparently it still worked most places for my friend. Far too much work. I spent the money on drugs and alcohol instead. But let me tell you when Leigh Lezark came through with that a-line, blunt bob bitch, with Geordon and Greg bitchhhhhh, definition of cool. We were obsessed.

Did you have a fake or naw? Via: Cine Odyssey