Lies

"On my way to work yesterday, around 5:30 am, a guy bashed into me like demolition derby, running me off the road. He got out of his truck, said I cut him off, and came at me like he was gonna kill me. So I popped him in the face to stop him. We rolled around on the side of the highway until the cops came and we were both hauled off to jail. Other guy? Still there. His fault. The truck you bought me? Wrecked. Totalled. Gone. I tried to call you from jail, but the line was busy. The cop brought me home this morning because he was a nice guy. Why am I all sunburned? I'm not sunburned. Or if I am, I have no idea how I got that way. No, they don't have tanning beds in jail now. No, I wasn't cited. Well, yes I was, but it was just a traffic violation."

This from a man I met on the internet who lived with me for 2 years, just before I threw him out of my house. He was never in jail. The "traffic violation" was a DWAI, which he'd gotten about an hour before the cop brought him home. There was no accident report. The truck was wrecked, but not totalled. It looked as if it had hit a stationary object other than a vehicle, then been driven many miles. The front driver's side tire was gone, the wheel completely destroyed. So he apparently spent the day and night sunning and drinking and doing God knows what. He was stopped just a few miles from home, on an obscure back road, apparently trying to avoid the cops. What really happened to the truck and how he got out of a hit-and-run and no insurance on top of the DWAI is anybody's guess. Fortunately, I only bought the truck. The title and registration were in his name.

How'd I find all this out? Well, he said he'd be leaving town the day after I threw him out. That, too, was a lie. Apparently, he's planning to do his time, then get "his" truck fixed and drive away in it.