When I was a freshman in college, I was given one of the most valuable items a 19-year-old could ever receive: a fake ID.
My cousin had turned 21 already. He and I passed for each other—we both were average height and had brown hair and brown eyes.
I first tested it out at unassuming corner stores near campus. Things went off without a hitch. The owner would look at the ID, then look at me, and raise no objection. My cousin’s picture and my face seemed almost a perfect match—I even smiled half-cocked like he did in the photo.