D'Anthony Carlos has skated through life always being protected. When you're related to the biggest drug cartel in the DMV you gotta be protected. When all of your uncles are the most feared and respected you automatically garner the same attention...
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My aunt once told me, "Sometimes the perfect person for you is who you least expect it to be." I'm finding that truer and truer everyday. I've been slacking on my blog, but my thoughts are in such a whirlwind it's hard to type it out. I'm just trying to balance it all. School, work, extracurricular activities, boys...I mean, men. I'm also trying to find a balance between giving some of me, but not ALL of me. Nobody is tryna be broken hearted this year, so my guard is up and my eyes are open. -Z.D.
I post the blog from my phone and when I'm done I lock it. I look out of the front window of my car saying, "Where the hell is Sahara?" Nubia is in my passenger seat dancing to a Kodak Black song without a care in the world. Nubia has a crush on Kodak Black and I really don't see how or why. It's one thing to like his music, but he ain't cute. Then again she likes those hood niggas.
"Free my baby Kodak!" She yells over the music sticking her tongue out still dancing.
"That boy always in jail. How do you even find him attractive?" I ask turning my lip up. "His hair. Like, I'm confused. Is he going for the Lisa Simpson look orrr?"
"Don't do that. Zon't zoo zatttt! Don't come for my baby. When he get out, he's gonna get a cut then you'll see."
"No, I won't. Ray Charles on that ass. Stevie Wonder couldn't see it even if they gave him a new pair of working eyes."
Nubia busts out laughing saying, "You hell!"
I chuckle a little too then say, "What's up with you and Israel?"
"We're talkin' or whatever," she says popping her tongue loudly.
"Like is that your boo joint or is it nothing serious, just fucking?"
"Not quite boo joint and not quite just smashing. You know my indecisive ass don't know if I wanna be locked down or a free birdie able to fly to whatever nest I want to."
