Great thread!
Mine was from another country with a different language and when he found out I wrote poetry, he read me his supposed poetry in his language. I now really believe that what I heard was from a master poet, because even in another language you could hear it was incredible, the rhyming, the rhythm, I was blown away. Lol. :D
Another time he told me he had first aid and he had gotten to the point where he could give injections, when I said he should put that on his resume-he was working as an engineer, he said " I don't need help to find work" in a haughty voice. Which wasn't true.
Oh and apparently he had written a novel when he was younger (he's only 26 now) Between the heroin and the voices in his head, that must've been quite a feat!
It feels good to laugh at him instead of the other way around. :)
