I Finally Got Carded!

Drink Up!

I have always looked old for my age. I bought my first case of beer at the age of 17 at some quicky mart just out to make a buck. My streak of under-age alcohol purchases and consumption continued up until my 21^st birthday without incident. I stopped by the gas station on my walk home from class to pick up a 6-pack on my big birthday. I walked up to the counter just like every other time I was on a beer run. That day of all days the cashier asked me for my ID. I broke it out, he looked at the date, and said “shit man, you're 21 today? You’ve been buying shit here for a long fucking time.” I retorted “shit man, you’ve been selling me alcohol illegally for a long fucking time.” It was fun while it lasted. I still hold a special place in my heart for that ever name-changing gas station on my way home from campus. Thank God for gas station clerks who don’t give a flying you-know-what.