Fucked Over By My Fake ID
Posted by Sergio on 7/13/09 • Categorized as Drunk Tank • 
Stumble It!
Had this pretty sweet fake ID that said I was some Guido from New York. Had used it several weeks before this fateful night.
Typical frat guy freshman move, I hung out with the older brothers for the evening. The ID got me into places that other freshmen only dreamed of partying at.
We were at one of those places slamming shots, pushing our livers to the max. It was a sorority bid acceptance party and I was surrounded by some fine ass trim.
No particular action on that given night, probably because of the massive amount of alcohol consumed by my freshman body. Sergio was lucky enough to catch a ride back to the dorms. Home safe and sound… Or so I thought.
I woke up to a note that had been slipped under my door. It read “Someone found your lost wallet and turned it into the campus police.” Lost wallet? I wasn’t aware I had lost my wallet. Not only that, a Good Samaritan was nice enough to turn it into the university police.
That, of course, was a good and bad thing.
Fearing for the worst, I strolled into the police station. “Ahhh, I’m here to pickup my lost wallet.”
“One moment, Sergio, we need to have you speak to one of our detectives,” she responded.
Fuck, I’m fucked. My wallet had fallen out of my pocket getting out of the car ride home. The ID was such a good one, they really thought my name was Dominic Frangalini. They even thought the picture was me on the ID.
Shows how much they knew. After a 30 minute interrogation, they determined I was not a part of the fake ID ring that had been going around. Slapped with 10 hours of community service, Sergio had to find a new drinking ID. Lucky for me, I had an older brother. Fuck My Liver.
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