But this also means that I won't be able to use my awesome North Carolina license that I got the day I turned 18. The one I took mere months before that damned anti-depressant I should have never been on did that number on my once very thick hair. The one where you can see the tan line on my neck from my mission trip to Panama the month before. The one where that bitch recently told me I looked like a serial killer (bitch!).
Watch me not even be able to use the documents that I have to obtain a license. That'll be some shit right there.