My story begins...

I am a pathological liar. Don’t believe a word I say. I don’t expect you to. You shouldn’t expect you to. Aren’t all stories a lie anyway? You cannot tell me that every autobiographical author to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard nowadays) has not added something, anything, just to make their story that much sweeter and readable. I promise you that will happen here. This is not an autobiography, and I am not an author. Or writer at that. Take what you will to heart, but I guarantee you that this is all a giant fabrication. It is always is.