What a fun night. It was college. We needed beer. I could help with that. A small party was in full swing. I had a fake ID. What could go wrong?

It was a good ID. It had holograms, it had my name, my home address, my birthday, albeit, 2 years off. I was now from St Paul, Minnesota, 55101 instead of Indianapolis. I could still use my student ID, credit/debit cards and such as a secondary ID.  A group of 6 of us crammed in a Dodge Duster (not the old cool kind, the kind that was around for a couple years between the “K” car and Neon). It was a two door compact, not a one of us was under 5′ 10″ and 180 lbs. It was probably a sight to see, us going down the road in such a cramped way. But someone had a hook up for an ID, we couldn’t pass it up. We drove the 2 hours or so from northern Indiana to Milwaukee. We met some guy at a supermarket. He wore a hoodie and told us to stand against the wall by the shopping carts. He took our pictures and told us to meet him at McDonalds in two hours. Two hours later, we had custom made fake’s. We went to some restaurant similar to Applebee’s and had our first beers.

It couldn’t have been more than three weeks since I’d gotten my fake ID. But I was already using it liberally. We had a good smaller party going at the fraternity house and beer was running low. Nathan had a fake too. We volunteered to head to Wal Mart and get more beer. I remember being upstairs and ready to go. Nathan asked Rick if we could take his car since he had a headlight out. “Like I’d let your drunk ass take my car,” replied Rick. I wish we’d taken Rick’s car. Instead, we took Nathan’s truck. We bought the beer without issue and headed back towards the house.

We made it back to the vicinity of the house without issue. Parking on the street next to the house was full. So, Nathan turned down the alley to park behind the house. But the driveway was full. We kept going down the alley and were going to make a full loop around the block. We could go farther up the side street to find more parking. When we pulled out of the alley, I saw the cop car down the street. Being that we only had one headlight, I started to get concerned. He was well over a 1/3rd of a mile away, but I’m sure he saw us.

Nathan turned down the main street, I told him the cop saw us and to hop the curb and pull next to the house and into the driveway backwards. I really wish he had done that. It would have been a much better option. But he didn’t, he went all the way around and turned back up the side street. That’s when we saw the cherries and berries illuminate. We were getting pulled over. For some reason, I assume out of some sort of panic, Nathan pulled back down the alley and half into the driveway. The campus police pulled in behind us. We were literally hanging half out of the driveway into the alley. Nathan threw his fake in the center console, and I threw mine under the seat.

Officer Friendly got out of his car. The lights were flashing brightly, and faces started appearing in the windows of the house as people watched. He came to driver’s side and had a fairly relaxed conversation. He let us know our headlight was out and we should get it fixed. I don’t know this for certain, but I really think he was going to let us go. Just based on his demeanor and attitude, I don’t think he wanted to bust us. But, it wasn’t meant to be. The Chief of Campus police was working that night and must have seen the lights from a distance. He came flying up behind Officer Friendly’s car and got out frantically. The first words out of his mouth were, “Are they 21? Do you see the two cases of beer in the back.” I knew any chance of walking away was over at that point.

**Important note: I went to college in one of two counties in Indiana didn’t “ticket” arrest for minor consumption, but actually took people to Jail.

To be continued . . .