"No, I know," he said, just as miserable. "Lying is clearly the only option. I just really hate doing it." Carlos wasn't a natural liar. He wasn't good at it. He had already hurt Cecil with a lie he had confessed to. He was probably hurting Cecil more with this he-was-only-a-sponsor act. The things he was saying in public made him feel like the scum on the bottom of a chemical-disposal sink.