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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I take a paddle brush running it through the wig on my head to brush the wand curls I just did to make them looser. I drape it perfectly over my shoulders looking at myself in the mirror. It might be all in my head, but I swore my face was already getting fat. I put lipgloss on then I walk out into my bedroom trying to figure out what shoes I'm going to wear.
"Can you hurry up?!" I hear being yelled from my living room.
"I'm coming!" I yell back. When Nubia comes into my room I look at her outfit then mine. "Do I look pregnant in this?" I say turning to the side letting Nubia look at my outfit.
"No, you just look a little fat," she says bluntly. My mouth falls open so she says, "Not fat. Just like you have a pudge. A skinny girl gut. You look fine though. Pick some shoes, so we can go. I don't wanna get there too late then it's crowded."
"Vans or sandals," I ask holding up each pair. Before she can answer I look down at my feet saying, "On second thought... I HAVE to wear closed toed shoes. My toes ain't done."
"Yeah, keep those dogs locked up in the cage until you take them to the groomer," Nubia says looking at my feet too. I couldn't help but laugh even if the joke was at my expense.
"Don't do me. You know I keep my nails and toes done. I've been too busy. I hope this block party doesn't turn out like last year," I say as I sit on my bed to put my Old Skool Vans on.
"I hope so too. The D.C. police always wanna shut shit down. At least do it after I've eaten and I'm drunk." I chuckle as I stand up. I grab my purse then Nubia and I leave my apartment going out to Nubia's car. The Block Party is at H Street, so it's not too far. Since Sahara lives close to it she said she would walk there and meet us when we get there.
After about a ten minute drive and ten more minutes of trying to find parking we arrive at the Block Party. D.C. is the worst when it comes to parking with all the rules. There were people there, but you could tell it wasn't even a quarter of who was going to show up. Black people always running late or waiting to show up once they know it's live and jumping.
