Went to Guitar Center today to get some cables for ze drum mics, played several basses including a Warwick Corvette ("It will be mine, oh yes! It will be mine"), talked to the dude to get my cables, pay for the shitz on a credit card and he asks for my ID, a DMV photo of me taken when I was 18. Anyone carding me for smokes & beer always says how no way does it look like me, and it doesn't. But this time was special:
him: "whoa, that doesn't even look like you!"
me: "yeah, it's a pretty old picture, from 1997 I guess."
him: "damn, in '97 I was 11 years old."
Not that I care really, it's just sorta different.