In the Time It Takes to Write This

You're going to call me one of these days. Asking if the words you're reading, if they're about you.

What do you mean, I'll say, and you'll say, You know what. 

And I will. I'll be playing it innocent. And I guess I could give you the truth. I'm assuming that's what you're calling for, because you rarely call. But this is important and you want answers. And I could give you that truth, all of them, but there's a reason I'm writing these things. And perhaps I haven't changed enough. A great man once told me, Fictionalize, but I didn't really listen, which is why, I suppose, that he is great and I am not. I haven't quite learned how to change the things I want to change.

I know the day is coming. I knew it was coming, could see it from early on. That's the risk you run when you don't fictionalize. But in the time it takes to write this I'll have thought of some fantastic lie. Don't worry. It will sound like the truth.