When I was 6 yrs old, a friend at school convinced me he owned a Sherman tank, which he would someday let me test-drive. Because I believed his tall tale, he kept embellishing it and building up even more anticipation in me. I dreamt about driving it all year. The day I learned he was lying, I broke off my friendship with him. Forever.
To this day, he tells people we know in common that we're old friends, even though I haven't seen him since. I hated myself for being naive and never forgave him, but he chooses to ignore that he crossed a line in our friendship that could never be retraced. He liked to be adored.
This Story Message Jam explores the conflict between truth and status.