I’m Official

I finally got my bloody driver's license yesterday. I almost had to get into a scuffle last week when trying to buy a six-pack of Sierra Nevada. The dude was balkin' at the fact I only had interim proof of my age and a terrible picture from my New School ID to go with it. I had my headphones on, so wasn't paying all that much attention and handed him the money, so he pretty much had no choice. "Tell it to the DMV, dude." The DMV. I had to call twice, because, after putting the trip off for almost three years, I had to wait more than the two weeks they said it took for my license to arrive. Way more than two weeks. So of course I stared at it yesterday. For moments at a time. And I decided the people need editors. Errant commas and dashes appear all up in it. And they failed to put the '1/2' in my height. I shoulda just said 5'8, even though I want to be 6'2.