"I'm a complete loser. I'm a bum. I've lied so much that telling the truth feels like the real lie. I tried to hang myself and nobody would even sell me any rope. They just told me to leave the store. Everything of value I've ever had has been stolen by my so-called friends or pawned off so I could buy the hardest drugs I could find. I live for hard drugs. It's the one thing that keeps me alive, knowing there might be a wallet somewhere on the ground full of cash and a nice bag of dope. I used to sleep in a cave. Now I sleep in my sponsor's shed at his shop. Too many kids were breaking in and one night they saw me and ran. They call me Frankenstein. I break every mirror I find so that I never have to look at my own face."

The room was silent.

"This guy is full of shit. You are a fake! I know you, you son of a bitch."

"If you know me, then we've probably been to some dark places together. I don't remember anything anymore, though."

"I have seen you before. You're a cop. That's where I've seen you."

"No."

The room tensed up and they all looked at the leader, and then at each other. The leader stood up.
"We all live complex lives and memory is what fails us more than our own impulse control or habits. Whoever he is, let him share."

"No. I am leaving now. Good bye."

He stared at the man who had blown his cover as he grabbed his hoodie and coffee and walked out.