Fucking everything hurts. I can only really type with my left hand, my right eye is fucking gone and I'm so sore I wanna cry like a baby every time I move. But here's a goddamn update: Ava is with us now. Kid looked mighty happy when she saw Cathy at the airport. Met us outside with it hanging in the background and just watching. Thought it looked right at us, but then you can't be sure cause' of the whole no eyes thing.

Hehe, I tell you what though, she looked like she was about ready to blow up at me and kick my ass for not answering my phone and then she saw me sitting there in the car. All anger? Out the window. Then came the "why are you hurt?", "what did I miss?", and "I am gonna kick that bastard's face in and beat him to high heaven."

I've missed her familiar annoyingly British voice and hyper attitude. Heh, at the time I didn't really answer, I think. I had so many meds in me I wasn't really sure what was real and what was fake. I'm good now for the most part, my fingers and eye throb every so often, and I wanna strangle Elijah when I look down and see all the nice scar tattoos he left me with, but otherwise good. We're gonna head to that Celeste kid soon.

Oh, but here's a lesson from Uncle Tony to all the good children out there: never trust strangers or people you know, kiddies. Also, pick your fights carefully.

It's one thing to go all out against a million bad guys when you have nothing left to lose. It's another when they threaten to torture your ex-wife in front of you if you don't come quietly. Fuck, just when I thought I had no heart too.

Also I take back what I said before about the traveling alone. It's a good idea to have at least one other person with you sometimes. Cause' then they come and stab an old enemy to death and make the other piss his pants in fear and run away. Hehe, you shoulda seen the look on that pussy's face when Cathy turned around covered in blood and crazy looking. Never seen a man move so fast.

Ava is threatening to cut my broken fingers off if I don't stop typing. I believe her, she's insane you guys. Guess I'm gonna pass out now. Apparently tomorrow we look for new clothes due to the ones I'm wearing being too "covered in blood, shit, and ripped to hell". Man, I liked this shirt too- who doesn't like the Sex Pistols?