“Run-Around.”

Run-Around, Blues Traveler

I consistently got carded until I was thirty or so.

I didn’t have a driver’s license until I was in my thirties. There were complications with getting a non-driver’s ID: long story, but mostly involving the stupid learner’s permit and never getting around to taking the driving test.

Anyway, carrying around a passport in order to have a damned beer kind of sucked.