"How's your debt level?" asked a new friend.
"Fine," I lied. "I don't really have any."
"So you paid it off since you finished your book?"
"Oh hell. Did I write about that? I'm busted."
I jump for my memoir and turn to the conclusion. There it is - $15,000 in debt. It hasn't changed.
"I lied," I admit. "I didn't realize I had written about it."
