Inmate

that's what my new Driver's License photo makes me look like.

An inmate.

You can't smile.

My glasses had to come off.

I had to push my hair back.

And the camera did not have a soft lens for those of us who have dark bags, deep lines and patchy skin.

So not only do I look I'm serving a life sentence, but that I've had no sleep the entire time in prison, plus  maybe a few altercations with some cell mates along the way.

I'm telling a receptionist about my lovely photo shoot and she shares that her grandfather was never one to get his photo taken. He was a mechanic, lived a simple life and had no reason to pose.

No problem.

Until his death and they needed a photo.

Oh yea, you guessed it. The only shot they had was his Driver's License.

She said it looked a lot like he was at all times.

Say it ain't so with mine.

So at this time I do declare to my children, please, upon my death find any photo, use magic marker to enhance it for all I care, make a mustache, make a beard, but do NOT use my Driver's License mug shot.

In fact, if I have time and know I am dying before you get here I may burn it, just to save you one less thing to throw away.