I knew a lawyer in the music business that lied compulsively, who was so stuck that way as to not bother covering his tracks and large swaths of untruths lay bare in his storytelling. He not only lied on autopilot, but he also wasn’t very good at it. I did him a favour one time before he became as powerful as he would eventually. It confused him, because there wasn’t anything in it for me except being a nice guy from Winnipeg, the city with “Friendly Manitoba” license plates. They say Androcles removed the thorn from the paw of a wounded lion. I can’t imagine a wounded lion not slashing him wide open for getting anywhere near his hurt paw, but I like believing in the second half, a grateful lion after whosoever relieves their pain, maybe a friend forever.