McLovin ain't got s!%t on my story. I was in Hawaii two years ago before the virus hit and I was with my high school boys for our senior trip. We had recently gotten our fakes from the local Xanax dealer who actually got busted by the DEA (he got to walk because his parents were rich lawyers). This isn't cap there's a news article published by the local news outlet in my city (won't disclose where this is). Anyways, we get to the hotel and check in with a fake ID since it had the same name as the credit card on file. We get to our rooms, drop off our s%!t, and go to a local beach bar in Waikiki. We show the "bouncer" (who was just a tan-ass man in shorts and flowers on his head asking for ID's) our fakes and slip in without having the ID's double-checked (my friend had a CA license but the background for the photo was white and not blue). In one hour of us being in the bar, we get kicked out for getting into a fight with a dude who thinks we were hitting on his girl (none of us remember to this day what actually happened). It was a big deal though. Glass was broken, women were screaming for some reason, and the cops were called. My friends and I, thinking it'd be good to hide in the one place they would never look (the ocean) ran to the shore and started swimming out. We must've gotten at least 150 yards out without drowning and swam to the coast adjacent to the one where the bar was at. After going through the f@!#ing jungle for 10 minutes, we find a road and begin walking. The next morning, we woke up at some random hotel still crossed AF and can't figure out where we are. We're all losing our s!@t until we realize that our bags and clothing items are all in this hotel room. Speaking to the front-desk lady later that day, we asked her how we got to our hotel and she said that a taxi driver threw us down in front of the lobby and left.