Shoot Pool, not people
My dad (Police Officer) took me to DMV to get a fake ID (brothers birth cert) when I was 18 with the understanding that I would use it to join a league and get into bars to play pool....no drinking
I never drank in a bar and never tried to buy alcohol with the ID. The bar that I frequented knew I was not 21 but they were okay so long as it was a good ID.
I skipped the last class of the day in high school, went home and "borrowed" my brother's drivers license (he was 17 and I was 15), and his '56 Ford and took it for a ride. I got stopped by a cop who said I looked too small in the driver's seat (I had to look through the steering wheel to see the road). He wasn't fooled and made me leave the car where it was and walk home.
When my brother got home and saw his car was gone I was forced to tell him what happened. He took his keys and walked over a mile to retrieve his car, not saying a word to me. When he got back I made a run for it down the street and he caught me about a block away. He gave me a sound beating and left me laying on the ground. He never said another word to me about it afterwards.
I was a bad kid, I admit it.