The fucking informant.

Everyone knows at least one. The informant is the person close enough to you to know the dirt yet, too far to see you dig it; the informant tells you everything about everyone BUT themselves. The informant is “cool” enough to be allowed in yet too “off-ish” to be allowed all the way in.

Your relationship with the informant is like love and hate. You love that, the mu’fucka runs mouth yet hate it at the same time because you never know when your dirty laundry will be hung to dry. You cant ever get too close to or trust the informant. Become comfy acquaintances so you can always be aware of the inside scoop but never ever ever give the informant your scoop. Of course, you’ll have to “tell” the informant “the juice” but nothing too, too juicy. Trusting the informant is like, trusting Wendy Williams. Play smarter, not harder.

Remember, the informant is there for one thing: TO INFORM YOU.

get in, get out and get on with your life.

Ive once made a mistake in trusting the informant and it totally back fired. My  most personal information and skeletons were unveiled for my “tight circle” to know. It was a big falling out between several mouth runners and Ive learned a huge lesson because of it. So basically thank you and fuck you at the same time anonymous Informant.