We were smoking cigarettes on the roof-top parking deck talking about his very German mother and his opinion of her when MZ leaned in to kiss me. I recoiled and gave some excuse about not knowing who I was, some crap about not wanting to involve anyone else in my confusion.

What bat shit... or was it? I've told so many lies and spun countless more half-truths that it's all starting to sound the same. What's worse is that I am not even sure if I care either way. I hesitate to admit it, but it appears I am a full-fledged sociopath now, a pathological liar of the worst kind.