NO SNITCHING

That bull got Lil' Kim sent way the hell up the river. I thought it was stupid then, I think its stupid now. I warned a less than savory former acquaintance about ridin' dirty, at least with me in the car..."You've got about 10 seconds from the time the popo's find your stash to claim it or I'll tell 'em who it belongs to." So in the spirit of the 12 step program, allow me to introduce myself... my name is chrismiss and I'm a snitch.

For some reason, the issue of keeping secrets keeps presenting itself to me. I know what a secret is and I believe I know how to keep them. But my definition of a secret, and another person's definition of a secret are probably different. I keep my own secrets really well because I dont tell anyone my real secrets. I wonder about people who tell me something and then say "Don't tell anyody." Well is it fair that you got to tell me and I don't get to tell anyone? How does that work? And usually what's being told to me has zero relevance to me nor have I asked for the information.

I was channel surfing today and happened upon an episode of Brady Bunch. In a nutshell, Cindy was tattling. Eventually, Mike and Carol reprimanded Cindy for tattling but then later asked her if she knew anything about Tiger, the family dog, taking something he shouldnt have. Now Cindy had already been told to stop snitching. But now they wanted her to. See, that's what I'm talking about! Snitching is a double edged sword.