I just received my renewal for my driver's license. Luckily, God's grace hasn't let my road barbarism be known to the department of motor vehicles. A couple of crazy U turns, running a few red lights; I've got my share of un-ticketed favor. Still my valid license shows a funny boy looking to the right.
For the record, I am not look sneaky because I am planning to blow up the world. My
"friend" actually tried to take a picture of me while i was getting my photo snapped by the DMV. And trying to silence here i was muttering sharp commands when the DMV finally stole their shot. And of course, they didn't tell me my picture resembled a burglar with diamonds in his pockets making his get away.
It is strange to admit that I'm bad at smiling. It sounds like I don't know how to be happy. Out of all the things to fail at, taxes, math, speaking in pubic, interacting with women, i should hope that even the ugliest of this sapien race knows how to be happy.
I have many theories why smiling has taken a nasty turn. Most of them involve strange companions in High school, or awkward situations with parents. My leading guess is that when I am happy, thus I smile, and suddenly, that makes everyone not happy. As a result, I have tempered my smile from greedy-goblin to steal your guts to fake fast food mascot. I believe this an improvement. My only hope is that more years practicing "smiling" will one day leave me acceptably photogenic.
And then I won't have IDs that look like these
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