Everyone lies - especially those we calls our friends, and even more those we our lovers. Everyone is an asshole for it, and no one will apologize or change.

In a double chapter featuring two of the shortest character vignettes in the The Lying Liars Who Lied When They Said They Loved You universe, we meet the narrator's car guy - Solomon, or Sol (no one calls him that) - piece by piece dismantling the narrator's car because of a boy, and then we meet the once-powerful now-porcine Kerry whose enthusiasm over two 'pussies' on a dating app rather than the two penises in his bedroom causes the narrator go flaccid and stale.

None of these people are interested in each sexually or romantically - and barely platonically - but yet, here they are, doing drugs together and exploding their own disaster onto each other's lives and cal ...