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a compulsive liar.
damn. my high school best friend. we were inseparable. chased the same girls, stuff like that.
he started lying in high school. smaller stuff. we went to different colleges and just kinda grew apart. he went to Lubbock, i didnt. he was super popular in HS. maybe part of why i hung out with him.
his lies got more elaborate. he got married and i went to his wedding. poor girl..he was telling the craziest tales. it got to the point the rest of the gang got super uncomfortable. but it's weird, nobody called him on his lies! i just ignored them.
he once called me to invite me fishing on his new bass boat. his family got a lake house. i was packing my fishing rods and a mutual friend called me off..he didnt have a boat and no lake house. i often wondered how he would play if off if i showed up with a cooler full of beer and my lucky fishing hat...
i think it is a mental illness. he still calls. i answer 50% of the calls. i decline family hunting ranch hunts..deep sea fishing trips. he got divorced and remarried.
it is the oddest relationship i have. i KNOW he lies, but i still cant call him on it. i dont know if marriage #2 lasted.
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poof! gone
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