My ID is dead. My uber awesome, awe inspiring, waiter/bouncer confusing, antique driver's license has officially been replaced. And the bitch at the DMV wouldn't let me keep it. I begged, I pleaded, I told her to pretend I lost it, punch a hole in it or put a big X across it just because I wanted to keep this relic of my past, my golden ticket to
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