Confessions - Nov 5 2013

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Confessions     Want to read this in a different language ? Change the TO field to your own country and click the TRANSLATE button after going HERE C O N F E S S I O N S © November 2013 Written by David Wicker Please do not reprint without permission This will be my new main Wednesday or Thursday writing and I will add a new listing of my confessions each week as long as I can remember or am reminded to do so. [ CHOOSE A DIFFERENT SET ] * * * These entries are Rated: TEEN "Have you ever used a fake ID ?" I had just turned 18. My friends were Brett, Bart, Todd, and Justin and they were 16. They were sorta friends I guess, but they were a lot more mature than me. Despite being older I was still the butt of their jokes and they teased me a lot. In any case, Richard was not here whom was even older than me so they wanted me to buy some beer for them with their money, so they could get drunk on the weekend. They said if I would do this for them, Brett would let me borrow his Star Trek Motion Picture VHS tape for the weekend so I could watch and enjoy it. I remember driving to a corner 7-11 and sitting in the car as they told me what they wanted. They had to write it out cause I had never bought beer before but apparently they had, with the help of someone older. So I entered inside. The store was empty except for me and the proprietor. First thing I did was go to the candy aisle and got myself some of those giant SweetTarts that taste so good, before they made them chewy. I was going to enjoy those with the movie. Then I went to the refrigerated panel at the back of the store. Pulled out the paper they gave me and read it. Coor's Extra Gold, if I remember correctly. I went to check out. The cashier had a beard and mustache, really pleasant guy. Naturally he said, I want to see some ID son. I said sure, and pulled out my Buffalo Tex wallet which was zippered and convenient. He looked at my ID and fingered the sides apparently to see if it was fake. Finally satisfied I was 18, he put the liquor in a big brown paper bag and my candy on top. I was ready to grab the bag when he asked me suddenly. "So what kind do you like, son ? Do you have a favorite ?" "Excuse me, sir ?" He raised his voice to my timidity, "I'm ASKING you, what kind of BEER do you like ? How do you like the taste of it ?" Now one problem or benefit I have is it's very difficult for me to lie or tell an untruth, especially if I get nervous, and this was definitely one of those times. Without even thinking I spoke my mind, "I hate it sir. It tastes like pennies in water." Just then I heard a sound and saw that three of my friends who were waiting on the beer had apparently gotten impatient and were leaning up against the side of the glass of the 7-11 to see what was happening. One was whispering loudly to the other that things weren't going well. The storekeeper heard them too and craned his head around and saw the eager kids trying to pull away like they weren't looking through the window, but not in time. He nodded knowingly and faced me with a smile. Then he sized me up and scratching his whiskery chin grinned widely. "So you hate the taste of beer do you, son ?" "Yessir ?" I asked fidgeting nervously, trying to pull away the bag, but he had a hold of it from the back. And then realized I wasn't supposed to ask a question with a question. Seeing something was wrong I finally let my hands drop at my sides. He punctuated the silence, "Then let me ask you. WHY are you buying it if it tastes so bad, hmm ?" There was an electric clock above a display of cigarettes he had in the back and right then I could hear that stupid thing start to tick. It was so darned quiet in there. I couldn't answer him ! Not without telling him that I was buying beer for my friends. The clock made an odd buzzing noise and I realized it had passed the 12-mark and was clicking around again. I couldn't help it right then I wanted to cry I was so upset cause I honestly couldn't say anything without betraying why I was there. He chuckled seeing I wasn't going to speak further and reaching in my brown bag said, "Here's your candy. And - I think I owe you something." "Oh ?" that brought me up to look at him. "Yep. The money for the beer." and went to the register to count out the amount in dollars and cents. "Give that back to your friends waiting for you out there." Wow ! He totally knew what was going on here ! I smiled hoping this was the end of it but suddenly he raised his voice which got me wide eyed, "Now listen to me son, what you did was illegal ! You could go to JAIL for this, understand ?" "Yessir ?" I asked, but I think maybe I was trying to ask a question then. He could see I was upset and didn't really want to talk about it, but he pressed the point. "I never forget a face. So I don't ever EVER want to see YOU in my store again unless you're buying candy or regular groceries, understand ?" I thought about that. Well, what if I =DID= like the taste of beer or something ? So he was BANNING me from buying any liquor there even though I was of age ? I didn't want any trouble and likely I was in quite a bit of it so I didn't argue the point. "Yessir." I said quietly. He nodded, apparently having reached his point, "That's fine. Now get out of here. Tell your friends they can come in and buy their own beer - WHEN they are old enough. Okay ?" I had already zipped out and closed the door and the guys were already all over me scowling but I opened the door again to step back in cause it seemed the right thing to do then I looked right at him, "Yessir." He leaned to look at me and gave me a wide smile that made me feel really small right then. Wow - that was an awful time. The guys egged me on what a weenie I was and couldn't I even do something as simple as buy beer since I'm old enough and junk like that. Fortunately they never called on me to do it again. So no, I did not use a fake ID, but I sure felt like I did right then. There was another time when I was buying Southern Comfort liquor for Rose and there was a terrible misunderstanding with the proprietor, but I'll save that for a different time. Return back HOME   You are Earth Visitor #

Reviews

[Ilia Epifanov]

Well that sucks. The friends are a bunch of idiots. It's good that the law works, at least to some extent and thanks to citizens like the cashier guy, even though I'm not sure if the law makes sense... But that's not up to me. Personally, I believe that it's the parents' job to educate their children on the subject of alcohol, smoking and so on. Without proper education the kid will find a way to get drunk or score pot, no law could prevent that. It's sad to see that nowadays people have this twisted logic, that setting, say, the drinking age not at 18, but at 21 will somehow reduce the number of drunk teenagers. And if it doesn't - well, our justice system is broken! Or something like that. Same goes for age restrictions for movies and games...
Anyway, that's one of those subjects I can talk for ages about, so I'll get back on topic and say this was a good story.
Thanks

[dw817]

When I was 18 Dad didn't have too much time for me and my sister was - well - gone, I didn't know where till later. It was just me and him. And he stayed really busy at General Dynamics (now Lockheed).

And I got into all kinds of other mischief too, Danny and - I'll get into that a little later in the series as it's now a Wednesday event. I may change it to Thursdays, will see.

[soliloquy]

Well done. I could see myself in the main character here. I tried that too a few times and it was always so aweful and uncomfortable! lol

A nice write. Great graphics!

[dw817]

It is awful and uncomfortable, no doubt about it. Not sure which was worse though. Brett one time was in his underwear, 14-years old, completely drunk at a party, and outside screaming bring on the babes. Yah liquor doth fools of us all make. :7

[∠( ᐛ 」..]

I used a faked ID before. And IT WORKED. Bwahahaha- nah Im kidding, It failed :p
I was using it for vodka (friends told me it was a good drink, turns out it tastes like s**t) :| damn the law.

[dw817]

I sometimes wonder if most liquor actually tastes bad but people drink it because they want to get drunk. Rose finally admitted to me that beer by itself doesn't taste that good to her, but with pizza, it's awesome.

Beer to me by itself or with anything else still tastes awful.

[Pryde Foltz]

I like the story, David. Pennies in water, yeah that is good descriptor.

[dw817]

Well when Rose visits, we go shopping and she buys beer and she always pours me a small amount to try and - that's just what it tastes like. I sometimes wonder if beer is the cheapest substance on the planet for the sole purpose of injecting alcohol into the bloodstream.

Would much rather have a hot cup of Joe or tea, especially Celestial Seasonings. :)
http://bit.ly/17PYsh7

[MandaBear]

Very interesting. I am not much of a drinker but I would have been the same way you were if I was in that situation.

[dw817]

You mean stumbling over your words and talking like you sucked in a balloon of helium cause you were so nervous ? Well ... maybe that's the best solution to this problem. I don't know. I =DO= know when I try to buy liquor today they're still fingering my ID, scratching at it like trying to peel it off. Geez, if I don't look over 18 today there's no help for me. :7

[Marie]

I don't generally do books, but this is good enough to keep my interest. I'll keep reading.

[dw817]

That's fine. It's not really a book just a weekly series, sorta like Monday's Wit & Wisdom except this is stuff I did in my past. Something I'll try to write on Wednesdays - but since I already did it yesterday, then I'm caught up.

Nope, I'm just here to do a quick Barrier chapter and Points To Ponder as it's been an interesting few days since I last wrote.