50 Billion Lies

I started lying again. 

Just when I thought that telling the truth had become as innate as my loud laugh or my tendency to talk to much when I get nervous, 

I fell of the wagon.

Hi, my name is Liar, and I'm a liar.

Question.

Do you have a "number"? Not your "lucky number" but your "go-to number".  The one you use to tell a quantified story? Some people don't. They will say "a lot" or refer to quantification in more abstract terns. Well, I have a number and it fits my personality to a T. 

A size 50 billion T.

Did you catch that?

For example I might say something like this:

"Oh my gosh! You should of seen it! There were 50 billion people there, I swear!"

50 billion is my number.

Not 10 or 200 but 50b's.

Either there wasn't one soul who stood up to clap for the pathetic performance  or 

50 billion people stood as one and cheered after the perfomance changed lives forever.

That's how I can explain the way my mind works. 

My "go to" number explains it perfectly.

It's all or nothing to me.

So today, when I was talking to my neighbor and that little bastard, that sick and perverted LIE came out of my mouth I knew I was in trouble.

I don't know how after 7 years of speaking the truth AND ONLY the truth, so help me God, it all went down the 50 billion mile long shit hole.

IT'S NOT GOOD.

I'm impulsive by default. A hedonist by classification. And if all else fails and I can't find pleasure the textbook description of suicidal tendencies. Dramatic. Exaggerater. Liar. 

But on a positive note, I am aware of my high's and low's and I'm looking at it like this:

I have one lie down and

49,999,999 more to go.