It's so converter for everyone to believe that he used to be a liar. I contest, that he didn't used to be a liar, he just got better at it.
When you think about it, the odds are, he didn't stop lying, he only got better at it.
The FBI actually conducted a whole experiment to see who was more honest, Griffin or myself. They had us tell them everything we could remember about the time Griffin lived with us, then askepd me to name all the items in my room. Everything from the things on the wall to the clothes I owned, to the forgotten things under my bed. They asked me about my school schedule and my family and even a whole section about current events.
I was actually impressed by the lengths they went to, in order to determine who was being more concise and straightforward, even though I felt it was slightly insulting to insinuate the victim would need to have their character scaled or graded. I told them as much, but they assured me, that they knew what they were doing and I should 'trust the process, because the FBI doesn't make mistakes'.
Griffin scored fairly high. Certainly higher than I expected, buy not necessarily in transparency as much as answering truthfully. The score they gave him was a 67% which I scoffed at because he was always lying just to see if he could get away with it and did almost without fail. I, however, scored a 98% honest and forthcoming with my answers. They also pointed out that if I didn't know I'd usually indicate I was unsure. And, while I did mix up some minor details, the overall, major, and important facts I was 100% spot on when replying to their inquiries.
I knew I was gonna do really well because I kept a scrapbook of the newspaper. Everyday. I'd cut out the pictures and articles and comics I liked and glue them onto construction paper and add my own captions and glitter and bind the pages with a hole punch. We got the a.m. and p.m. edition so I quickly had several volumes of my own farmers almanac type collection. I also started my own comic, Bacon, the very Garfield like, pot bellied pig. He made regular appearances in my self published newspaper.
I volunteered at the local hospice, Vernon Manor, everyday after school before starting my after-school daycare program for over two years. Just because I wanted to.
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