The Pleasures of Deception: "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels"
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One summer when I was in high school, I spent some time in Washington D.C. I had some experiences and learned some things and came home to Colorado with a fake I.D. Actually, it was a real I.D. But in D.C. at the time they offered a legal service which involved walking into a storefront, asking to purchase an I.D., giving them a name and an age, and in return having your picture taken and being presented with an official looking "Identity Card." This was labeled, as I remember, "Class C," which, if you checked the back of the card, indicated that it had been "Verified only by signed truth pledge." With the wisdom of a teenager, I made myself 22 years old (because being 21 is automatically suspicious, as everyone knows) and, as I was a fan of the
The Pleasures of Deception: "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels"
The Pleasures of Deception: "Dirty Rotten…
The Pleasures of Deception: "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels"
One summer when I was in high school, I spent some time in Washington D.C. I had some experiences and learned some things and came home to Colorado with a fake I.D. Actually, it was a real I.D. But in D.C. at the time they offered a legal service which involved walking into a storefront, asking to purchase an I.D., giving them a name and an age, and in return having your picture taken and being presented with an official looking "Identity Card." This was labeled, as I remember, "Class C," which, if you checked the back of the card, indicated that it had been "Verified only by signed truth pledge." With the wisdom of a teenager, I made myself 22 years old (because being 21 is automatically suspicious, as everyone knows) and, as I was a fan of the