When I was younger, I’d lie a lot, both to myself and others. Before you cancel me, these weren’t malicious and devious lies. They were lies born from either being high or embarrassed. I was swimming in the pool at my parent’s friends house. “Did you pee in the pool?” “Wasn’t me,” I replied, as the long green stream flowed from between my legs. When I got something wrong, I’d fight to the death because of my fragile ego. Or was it my Asian upbringing of anything less than an A being a disgrace to the family name? I kid I kid. My parents were super cool. Sure, they expected a lot from me, and got on me when I was lazy, but I was fortunate to not have Tiger Parents. Anyways, after many years, I became somewhat enlightened. The truth shall set you free. It’s okay to be wrong, for that is how we learn and grow. It’s okay to tell the truth, even though it may hurt or be embarrassing. Situations are resolved and respect is gained faster, and ultimately so is arriving at the truth. Earlier this season, I wrote a piece on Christopher Morel. But new data has been presented which has made me reassess the situation.