My middle son turned 7 today. I just got back from Chucky Cheese. For those that don't know it's a piazza place with a bunch of games. The mascot is a big rat. Both my other sons were also present. So I have to deal with all 3 of my baby mommas together in the same room. Fortunately for me they all get along. Unfortunately for me they tend to click up and gang up on Violent D when there's a problem. But anyway that's not the point. It's raining here in Los Angeles. Which for me was a good thing. I figure there wouldn't be a big turn out. I figured wrong. But the time I got there, muthafuckas were already there. Within 20 minutes, I got about 17 kids already running around. I know about 2 of them. WTF? My son 7 years old. He ain't got the many friends. But his mom do. And they got kids. So I got to feed them. One big downfall about my kids moms getting along is that they along to damn well. There comfortable around each other (they go shopping together for Christ sakes). So my other 2 kids mom invite there friends. And they got kids. So I feed them. Than my little cousins and my homies kids show up. So I feed them. And the kids ain't even eating. They eat about half there piazza and than they take off to the games. In 2 and half hours, Chucky Chesse and there fucking rat took me for $655.95. All on piazza, drinks, tokens and bullshit salads. Fuck it. At least I'm back home in time to watch Allan Green fight
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