Every underage generation schemes its way around the law

One evening I struck up a conversation with my 16-year-old son about the movie “Hangover.” Here is how it went:

Me: “I saw Hangover. Overall, it was okay.”

Son: “I thought it was funny.”

Me: “How do you know?”

Son: “I saw it with my girlfriend.”

Me: “Wait a minute. It’s rated “R,” so how did you get in?”

Son: “Whoa — look at the time. I gotta go.”

Me: “Sit.”

Son: “No really, I have an emergency. My cell phone battery is low! ”

Me: “I’ll get to the point. Tell me or cell phone is mine for a few days.”

Son: “Okay, here’s how it all went down. I did a Hey Man.”

Me: “What the hell does that mean? Who is the Hey Man and why does your reference to “doing him” disturb me?”

Son: Hey Man. We stood in line, found someone older and said: “Hey man, would you buy two tickets for us?”

Me: “Oh, it’s like a Hey Dude. “Hey Dudes” were used outside Green’s liquor store on Roswell Road back in the late sixties.”

Son: “How do you know that?”

Me: “Whoa — look at the time.”

“Hey Dudes” were initiated by the guy who looked old enough to buy beer, but for some reason couldn’t close the deal. We used him as the contact person. He was usually the guy who had the best sideburns or moustache.

We weren’t that much underage, but enough that we were in that age group where some guys looked 12 years old and some looked like Grizzly Adams.

Problems with “Hey Dudes” included being ignored, cursed at, ripped off and so on.

Ripped off was the worst. Once the “Hey Dude” contact was made, money would exchange hands, the “Hey Dude” dude would take the money, say “Okay, be right back. Meet me on the corner of the store,” and he would go inside. He’d buy what he wanted on our dime, get into his car and then drive past the arranged meeting place, usually waving goodbye to us with one finger.

I never owned a fake I.D. I never had the smarts to make one worthy of a decent beer store. The business of fake I.D. cards was not yet popular. We relied on “Hey Dudes” and knowing the guys who looked older.

Of course, once the “Hey Dude” was done, the problems began. Even if you scored it, the split had to go around many times since we all pooled the money.

Looking back, it was the thrill of the chase and not so much the trophy.

I’ll tell you this, like most stupid teenagers in that time, I thought the best hiding places included large unoccupied parking lots in places like schools and other buildings that were, in fact, regularly patrolled by the police. More times than I like to recall, I lubricated the Peachtree High School parking lot with a six-pack of PBR — not more than 10 minutes after the “Hey Dude” was done — in full view of the DeKalb County Police officer.

Had I dipped into the beer, the ending would most certainly have been more severe.

Years later, when I was on the other end of it, supervising the “Pouring of the Brew” at North Springs High and Riverwood High, I reminisced with fond memories as I looked at the miserable faces of my victims.

18 comments Add your comment

Ben There

July 31st, 2009
8:27 am

Thanks for the memories, LT. Sounds as if we ran in different circles together just on opposite sides of the county. The fake id made you a BMOC and very popular. Drivers Licenses didn’t have pictures on them at that time, but the one id that drew favorable reviews was the draft card. Kicked out of a liquor store in Daytona during spring break of ‘66, a “Hey Dude” offered to buy the suds with the comment “Old enough to fight in Vietnam, but can’t buy a beer! I’ll fix that”. I found about about the fighting part a couple of years later…

Funwoody

July 31st, 2009
1:38 pm

Ahhh yes we did the same thing at the Dunwoody Bottle Shop in the late 70’s. Half pint of Golden Grain split between my friend and I. Then off to Blimpies for 2 large fruit punch and back to the Dunwoody Baseball fields.. I guess Morgan Falls isn’t quite the party place on the weekends anymore huh??…hahahaha

Madison

July 31st, 2009
10:57 pm

Some things never change. You weren’t smart then and ………

Mtn, Man

August 1st, 2009
5:28 am

“RIGHTS OF PASSAGE”….As old as the use of oak barrels,in wine production! Real tragic when mixed with the hopped up cars we raced in the 1950,s……yes, Dorothy,there were cars……back then! Same today,just that with prosperety being widespread,kids have little respect for their rides….if they even think that deeply………don,t mix them,we didn,t! Mtn. Man

Goober

August 1st, 2009
7:40 am

After the High-Y meeting at Chastain Park (We went to the old North Fulton High), we would grab a snack at the Hickory Pit nearby and then proceed to the long, straight stretch of Chastain Rd. and race cars. Nobody drank since it was school night, but it drew a crowd. The cops never bothered us.

P'tree High Grad

August 1st, 2009
8:24 am

Yeah, but the drinking THEN was 18, and Peachtree is a middle school now. Many of the goals of the so-called Justice System, along with many of the goals of our misguided Congress, involve a bunch of old farts who lived through it trying to make sure that nobody has a chance to do what they already did.

soccermom

August 1st, 2009
9:33 am

Nice nostalgic piece! Brings back memories :)
The tragedy is that today any misstep by teenagers is treated with such harshness. There’s no “kids will be kids” attitude with a good lecture and send them home so mom and dad could really lower the boom, even on a first offense. Today, it’s “zero tolerance zones” and bringing in the cops on everything and the child finds out that they have totally screwed up the rest of their life!
I agree, the drinking age should be 18. If you are old enough to enter into a contract and be held liable, get married, and most especially, become a member of the armed forces and go to war to kill or to die for your country, then you are most definitely old enough to have an alcoholic beverage.
If “maturity” is the qualification, then I know many 40 year olds that shouldn’t be allowed to drink and quite a few 17 year olds who could probably handle the responsibility with ease!

catlady

August 1st, 2009
1:41 pm

My daughter got a fake ID when she was about 20 so she could go to clubs and drink. One time it got confiscated by the bouncer, who then apparently sold it. At any rate, fast forward 3 years. The phone rings at my house and a message is left for my daughter to call Mr. X, who says he works for the driver’s license bureau. Now, mind you, I have an unlisted number known only to about 10 people. I call back Mr. X (since my daughter does not live at my house anymore and I want to know where he got my number, especially since the phone is not in my name!) The phone is answered by the GBI (I am having a stroke by this time) and Mr. X refuses to tell me how he got my number or anything else, but demands to know how he can get in touch with my daughter immediately. At the same time, my doorbell rings and it is the local SHERIFF making a “courtesy call” for the GBI, wanting the same information!

My daughter ends up speaking to him and she is told to come to his office for an interrogation about her fake ID. She explains how she got it, and then has to ride with him in his car to show him where she purchased it. In 3 years, of course, the place has changed.

All of this to say to vigorously discourage your son or daughter from using a fake ID as it can come back to bite them badly even more than they think. Apparently someone who got her ID did something worse than underage drinking and presented my daughter’s ID.

Officer Rose, can you speculate how my phone number, unlisted and not in my name, was obtained (along with my address) and linked to my daughter? And why the agent did not identify himself as a GBI investigator until pressed to do so?

s

August 1st, 2009
9:18 pm

I’m 50. “High School ID’s” worked back then. Funny thing but I worked in the high school office. One day, they handed me all the ID’s to type. Well, helllooo? All my friends and myself became legal within an hour.

jabster

August 2nd, 2009
8:31 am

Catlady: You NEVER put your own info on a fake ID. You do make sure you memorize it, though. Including the zodiac sign of the DOB.

Ptree High Grad: Yes, I would venture to say that Officer Rose was of the generation (that’d be the boomers, AGAIN) that was legal at 18 or 19. Nowadays the penalty for possession underage is a lot more severe than dumping the beer and often includes a trip to jail (for having a freakin’ beer? WTF?!?!)

http://www.chooseresponsibility.org

P'tree High Grad

August 2nd, 2009
11:28 am

Yeah, Jais, we’ve got three times the cops on the streets now that we did in the 70’s, and we need more, right? They need the justification to exist, so we need more laws, and more illegal stuff, to boost the courts’ justification to exist.

DX

August 2nd, 2009
1:17 pm

The sad part is that with that first strike, many of our youngsters get into the probation system, and NEVER get out for petty things.

dj

August 3rd, 2009
9:27 am

All the comments on this blog point out one main fact, “Police officers are human too.” Sure, like most citizens , there are good and bad police officers. If injured, they bleed red too. I am sure, they put their draws on one leg at a time. And like me, there are probably moments when officers have no difficulty walking and chewing gum at the same time. But at the end of the day, the police like most hard working Americans are just trying to return home safely to their loved ones !

Turd Ferguson

August 3rd, 2009
10:38 am

Entering strip clubs and buying/consuming alcohol at the age of 16 was my prank. Ah yes…the good ole days!!

Tony

August 3rd, 2009
7:54 pm

Sounds like someone forget to take their medication.

Sarge

August 20th, 2009
5:24 pm

From one generation to the next, kids will always pull some “shucks” on the folks. The major difference lies in the passage of time. Up to a certain point on the cosmic calender, I would definetely say around the mid-60s, the “pulling of shucks” was always followed by the unmistakable parental wrath. Somehow, this wrath, somehow, translated into a somewhat responsible adulthood. Because this parental wrath, “60s-style”, no longer exists, it seems that, more and more, goofy kids are becoming goofy adults. HAPPY DAYS!

Vexorg

August 23rd, 2009
7:32 am

We ALWAYS used an older friend to get our stuff….stayed back at the house, he’d get it for us plus a little extra for gas or his trouble. The one thing you should have mentioned to the kiddies out there reading the article, is that is it now a FELONY to possess a “fake id” under Georgia Law 16-9-4(b)(1)…or to manufacture such items! Used to be a bunch of places on Stewart Ave. that would sell you an “official” state I.D. card before that law took effect!
Reference: http://www.lexis-nexis.com/hottopics/gacode/default.asp

hahaha

September 12th, 2009
11:25 am

” My uncle was a K9 cop for 18 years. Where do you think I learned the truth, youtube? He taught me what to do and say around cops. He showed me what is really going on around this country and state to see with my own two eyes. If I know ONE THING AT ALL it is that he never lied to me ever. And the truth is that cops aren’t here to help anyone.”
^ Surprised his dog didn’t use your mouth and/or throat as a chew toy. You should never be allowed to talk… or think. Let’s home the next cop that arrests you throws you in a institution for a couple years. C-hall sounds nice right?