Nobody believes me when I say I'm 21. I guess that's because of my baby face and my "petite frame". That's the nice way the guys have of saying that I'm short.
Going to bars and clubs is hard. I always get stopped by the bouncers asking where my parents are and am I really old enough to be here. I just smile and nod and give them the credentials they want. I give them my name and address and birth date and a wad of cash. They always let me in.
I've gotten into more places than I can count that I shouldn't be able to. I always have good reason. There's always monsters there.
I just smile and nod and give them my fake ID.
Nobody believes me when I say I'm 21. I guess that's what happens when you're forced to be a liar.
