I returned after my tour of duty never having seen action, no Purple Heart, not even a scar. Of curse I was lucky but at 19 I felt cheated, so I made up lies. By the time I was a junior in college I was an expert on my fairy tale experiences. Then, one Friday night at a party this quiet guy started asking me questions I could not answer, it turned out my fantasy was his reality, he had the scars to prove it. That day I was put in my place, caught in a horrendous lie, exposed for the fake I was. I dropped out and spent the next several years working as a roofer, smoking pot, sucking cock and selling my ass. I slowly came back to life, went back and finished a degree in Marketing, worked various direct sales job, I stopped selling myself.

Those lies cost me all those years, not to mention selling myself for sex. For the rest of my life I worked, got married and made good on my life. I don't forget those nights, dead broke, high on pot, making a buck or two sucking off a construction worker, making twenty bucks by selling my ass. I can't really apologize for my lies, but for what little it is worth I regret impersonating real men.