This is the basic premise of this blog: I lie. A lot. And I've decided to write down every lie I tell, every lie I've told, as I think of them, or as I say them, or as I remember them.

You're welcome to submit your own lie. Tell me the lie, tell me the turth, and tell my a little bit about the lie. Why you told it. What you were thinking as you told it, if you were caught.

I'm not often caught, myself. I've been at it too long.

29th December 2010

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Lie #2

Lie: “I broke his nose.”

I mentioned this one earlier.  This is an easy lie to tell, because I didn’t actually know the guy, and I went to the doctor for my hand, and I got a brace.  I actually punched him in the back, not the face.  Why did I punch him? Hell if I remember.  I was drunk.  I don’t even remember what the guy looks like.

How did I pull this off? I said the following: I punched the guy in the face because he called me a cunt. (the one insult I can’t handle, truth) he had a bloody nose, but I didn’t stay to see how bad it was.  I was too concerned with my hand.  I told people it was a hairline fracture, but actually it was a small tear in a ligament.  I told the doctor I gave the guy a bloody nose, and the doctor told me that if I hit him hard enough to hut myself, I probably did some damage to his face as well.  The doctor is confident I broke his nose. 

Maybe I would have if I’d actually hit him in the face.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have that opportunity. 

Why did I tell that lie? Easy. Intimidation factor.  I want people to know I won’t be messed with, not willingly.  And it’s all a front.  

Truth: If I was a little prettier, a little stronger, or if I had grown up a little more insecure, I might have become a bully.  I’m not for sure about that, because I am naturally happy.  As in, I’m happy more often than I’m not.  But I think there’s a strong basis for the thought.

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