You’re not going to believe a word of this,
not a word, although it’s true, sort of. I was
told this by a friend who sometimes lies.
We all lie a little, sometimes.
We say what’s true is false.
We say what’s false is true.
Not always. Sometimes.
Not a lie, exactly, but alternative realities,
more favorably factoid than fact.
This happened to my friend,
not my friend but his friend.
who I know very well
I do not know at all.
He was born.
He had birthdays.
He died. .
These are the key facts.
The details are sketchy.