I have a huge problem – I can’t stop lying. When I see friends and they ask me how things are going, I’ll tell them about people I’ve been dating, crazy adventures I’ve had with women, mad and adventurous weekends away and trips abroad to places like Monte Carlo and Milan. I’ll brag about the huge wins I’ve had at casinos and follow it up by paying for bottles of champagne, just to show off. I boast about wild nights out with models, taking drugs and getting arrested or into fights. The problem? It’s all made up.
