They’re all true.
Let's just say that I prefer to read about your experiences, to having had to live them; my own life was "interesting" enough, in its own (mostly) unexciting way.
OTOH, there was the time I had to disarm a knife wielding punk unhappy that I rebuffed his offer to sell me pot, with a guy I KNEW was a narc standing at the end of the block...while my landlord's elderly mother was holding a flower pot out her upstairs window, right above his head.