Using my fingers, I blindly searched for the lighter that I've temporarily placed on top of my 8-foot closet. Inching further from the edge, I grazed something squishy. Curious at what it was, I picked it up. To my surprise, I was holding a dead lizard by its hand.
I'm not really scared of lizards but the squishy texture and the stench of decaying flesh made me jolt in disgust. (If it was a cockroach, I would have probably fainted. Haha... Lame.)
Anyway, in that instant when I let go of the lizard's hand, I heard a voice in my head saying "help me, help me, please... avenge my death!" At first I thought I was just dreaming. But then I realized that it was just my dementia kicking in. Haha...
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I've always thought that I was a good liar. That was until I met KK. He's the definition of a compulsive liar. Everything that comes out of his mouth is either made up or greatly exaggerated. I never knew people like him existed. But there he is, telling epic tales of his greatness to everyone he meets any chance he gets.
I have lied lots of times for understandable reasons. Maybe you did too... And we probably were 100% aware of what we're lying about at the very instant we were doing it. We still know what the truth is and we know how we twisted it for whatever reason we had. In his case, I doubt that he knows what the truth is anymore. And that's a bit scary.
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