This night wasn't different from any other. I was slightly drunk and walking back home from the bar. Checho, the bartender, had taken away my keys as usual. Normally, Checho's practice of taking away his patrons' keys never worked. They were always too drunk and too macho to let Checho decide if they could drive home.
I didn't question his wisdom because he didn't question my ID. I'm 18 and Checho's bar was the only bar that accepted my fake ID. Why ruin a good thing?


