My lies usually revolve around the inane, the inconsequential, facts about myself that don't sway the pendulum of conversation or impression one way or the other. Let me explain. I am not a deceitful person, I'm merely a fiend, crack-head, junkie, no gooder. I am addicted to purporting the most fanciful version of myself. This ridiculous charade is done to appease my own sick appetite. I could care less about whether or not the recipient of my jet-stream of bull is buying the line or even impressed with it. I'm seriously concerned though, the underlying motives bring to a light a serious character flaw.
