Pre-Season

I ’m sorry. I tend to ramble from time to time. I zone out and start side conversations in the middle of a conversation. Trust me, I know it’s annoying, but I have so much on my mind that I must get it out before I forget. I’m working on it and trying to rein it in. Please forgive me. Idigress.

Please excuse my rudeness. Hi, I’m Zia . . . Zia Norton. I was so busy telling you about seasons and shit that I forgot to introduce myself. Well, to start, I am a phenomenal woman who graduated cum laude from one of the prestigious Historically Black Colleges and Universities, Clark Atlanta University. I’m a self-made boss at the age of twenty-five—whoop!whoop!

My business develops concepts and writes scripts for various entertainment genres. It’s mostly for independent studios, but I also work with various internet companies on their web series, as well as adult entertainment. I have a staff of fifteen employees and a couple of interns. I estimate my net worth to be in the mid-seven-figure range, but I am grinding extremely hard to make it into the esteemed billionaires’ club. I’m intellectual and business-oriented yet somewhat reserved in unfamiliar circumstances but able to adapt in any situation. By no means does this imply that I am shy. Far from it. I can be the life of the party and I love to get down with the get down. YOLO, BABY!!!

I’m five-foot-nine, one-hundred-sixty-five pounds. Yeah, that’s right, I’m a thick girl–—small in the waist, big ass, and hella cute. I’m not quite a BBW, or Big Beautiful Woman, but if I were, I would definitely flip it and make BBW stand for Better Be With it . . . honey. Anyway, I’m a thick ums. I have buttery caramel skin, brown eyes, and a beautiful smile. My hair is long, sometimes short, curly, wavy, blonde, or burgundy depending on my mood, but one thing is for certain; It will be that Indian or Virgin Remy . . . Bundles, baby! There will be absolutely no skimping on the hair, sweetie—period!

I’m not too much into labels. I work extremely hard for my money and refuse to frivolously throw it away on someone else’s name. The off brand is just fine for me, but on occasion, I will splurge on a Birkin or Hermes bag; I love to spoilme.

So, you’ve probably picked up that I am urban, or as I like to say . . . black sophisticated with a twinge of hood. Please don’t judge me. I have remnants of my environment and I love it. I am proud of where I came from; my neighborhood and the struggle it provided are what made me who I am. Don’t get me wrong; hood life is rough, but I learned how to survive. The hood taught me how to maneuver through life and weed out the bullshit. It