Baby Daddy
Tino was in very good spirits throughout most of the Cali trip. He didn’t cry when I woke him up at 9 in the morning for the Aquarium, He didn’t bitch about being somewhere he didn’t want to be. In fact, it seems as if he had a very very good time.
There was one or two minor set backs:
We had been at Disneyland since 8 am and up since 6:30 everyone was tired and Tino held his tongue until the last switch up sent him over the edge. He met us at the car when Fantasmic was over. I let him in and he slammed the door, not saying a word. He was pissed. He was overdue to go home and go to bed. I understood BUT this is a “once in a lifetime” kinda thing. You don’t get to just up and go to disney and get vip seating and shit everyday. Embrace it.
I asked him if he wanted a beer, he snapped and said no, he wanted to go home (vegas).
We left it at that.
I dropped him off at the door while I found a parking spot. (That was a test - I had 2 bags and a baby to carry from how ever far I had to park, and he just got out
-_-)
Apparently while I parked he smoked a blunt and everything was back to fine. Life is great when you’re high.
