The Worrying Kind

Having a kid will make you a worrier. I admit I never was one to worry about anything-mostly because I was selfish. With Preston being here it has made me a functioning psychomaniac. Like I can talk to rationally but trust me in my mind I'm focused on one thing-how is Preston doing?

This is never more Present then when I drive! Yo. I will take down your plate number and find you in my off time to let you know I didn't like your driving near me while I'm transporting my son. 

My locs will no doubt look like Toni Morrison's by the end of the year.


I worry about his food, clothes, cough, legs, fingers, hair, speech, pacifier, all that. 

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