Well, it's once again the day before we set off. I feel the same nerves I had the first time, only surrounded with a layer of confidence. I never thought I had the ability to do anything great. I always thought that I'd be "the little kid to weak to defend himself from the rest of the world". I know I'm more than that now. Way more than that. I'm sure my friends are feeling the success as well. This gonna be tough to keep us all together. The whole Clockwerk thing has nothing to do with either of them. It's about me. And I feel a little guilty about asking them to help me do something this big when they could just go on with their normal lives, well they could've had normal lives, but they're in far too deep now. On the bright side, I'm glad they're my friends. At the orphanage, I had NOBODY. No one liked me. At all. It was kinda depressing. I'm still glad they're my friends; I wouldn't trade 'em for anyone else. I have 4 hours to kill and I'm not trying the sleeping pills again, I'd like to be wide-awake for the defeat of Muggshot. That runt's going down. That's all there is to say.
4 in the morning. Murray's getting some gas and Bentley's reviewing the maps. I'm just sitting here, writing as usual. After I wrote that last entry, it took me about 10 minutes to completely pass out. I'm glad, now I'm ready to get cracking. I've been reading the section I got over and over, I still haven't gotten the hang of it entirely. I did it a couple times on some lamp posts, but then I slipped and landed flat on my back. I had to stop doing it for a little while. Once I get there, I'm sure they'll be an opportunity to do it. Murray's back, I hear the van pulling in. Time to go. Until next time.
It's 3 in the afternoon, scorching hot out, and the van is broken down in Arizona. We're so close to Utah it's not even funny. It will take about an hour to fix, we need an oil change and we need to repair a flat tire. I just told Bentley and Murray I was going to take a walk to stretch my legs for a bit. Really, I wandered away, and I'm hanging out underneath a saguaro cactus. This thing is pretty huge! The shadow it's casting is helping ease the heat. The plants around here smell pretty nice too. I love the desert, not as much as the city, but it's a pretty nice getaway. It may seem pretty silent at first, but if you listen for about 10 minutes, you can hear EVERYTHING. Birds flying overhead, ants walking across the sand, snakes in the ground, it's really nice. I 'outta come back here, eventually. My friends must think I'm crazy. I told them I wanted to go for a walk, and before they could say anything more, I broke into a fast sprint and ran. I better get going, don't want them to think I died and some vultures are picking at my remains. And I better help out, too. Later.
Muggshot was the biggest runt I had ever seen. The second I saw him; I remember one of the reasons why I was scared to do this in the first place. He made me feel like he could squash me with his thumb. I didn't let that stop me from kicking his butt and reclaiming another section of the Theivius Raccoonus, of course. Just because you spend your life working out and learning to fire a gun, doesn't mean you're all-powerful. It manes you're still a scrawny weakling on the inside. Picking on those who are weaker your whole life is a real smart choice. I'm glad Inspector Fox hauled him off to jail. He's locked away, never to be seen again. I'd pay him a visit just to taunt him one day. Through blind rage, he'd probably break down the cage bars and beat me to a pulp, but it'd be worth it. By the way, I ran into my dear friend Carmelita while rooftop hopping. It felt great to see her again. I hope to run into her later as well. We're getting ready to have some fun in America while we're here, then head down to Haiti to take on the next Fiendish Five member. My friends are calling, must be time to check out of the hotel room we got for the night and be on our way.
