Fake

Ever since I started lying, she said, the doors began to open. Last month I was the production manager of a low budget Nigerian film. Me? A production manager! I made up a CV in a week, I told them I have three films in post-production, and one in the can. I used the word can! I said listen, you people need this this and that. The guy was like Oh! Yes! Of course! I tell you John, I am tired of being poor, I am tired of living somewhere where I have to see the shit on the stairs, where there is no grass or space. Why should all these mediocre people with their mediocre ambitions, why should they all have such good lives? We are passionate about what we do, we are wounded by it, we spend our days haunted, nagged by creativity, unable to forget or pretend. Maybe I will stop lying so much, but I'm not sure. At the moment I like it this way.