The bar on Avenue A was already packed when a New York University junior joined the door line on a recent Friday night in the East Village.
Outside, a stern bouncer scrutinized each person’s driver’s license to keep out underage drinkers like this 20-year-old. Inside, patrons piled their coats onto stools, clamored for drinks, then danced in tight scrums as they held their cups protectively aloft.
The junior stepped up to the bouncer with confidence and handed over a convincing-looking license.
Scoring a fake ID has been a rite of passage for generations of underage New Yorkers eager to join the bar scene. Often this meant handing over cash for some laminated product slapped together by amateurs in a dorm room or head shop.