Popping open Wikipedia to verify Madison Beer's age reveals she's still 18, so I'd wager Roy Moore is currently raising a fuss about fake IDs. Madison spent yesterday wandering around Los Angeles, still looking absolutely radiant.
Back in Atlanta, the second you set foot outside you morph into a frostbitten Jack Nicholson from the closing moments of The Shining, and you're just as likely to step on a stray chicken wing bone or a bit of Fentanyl. Things around here are completely unhinged. Madison Beer clearly doesn't have to deal with any of this madness. Lucky her.
