The dude is on my CUP.

I was just about to enjoy a hot chocolate (Yeah. I said it. HOT CHOCOLATE. So WHAT?) when I flipped the cup around to see THIS:


This man is everywhere I am!

I guess it's the price you have to pay when you have a guy writing books about you.

I should write my own.

"Don't mess with winged kids." No.
"Be awesome like me." No.
"Holler back if you've got wings." No again.

I'm getting chocolate drizzle all over the keyboard. That's...probably...not good.

Later.
-Fang.

What I Wouldn't Give.

You know how everybody has that song?

A song that no matter what you're doing or where you are, hearing it can trigger a memory and bring you back to a moment in your life as if time had never elapsed at all?

Now forget all that.

Close your eyes and image a song that didn't just speak to a slice of your life, but who you were completely. Melodies and lyrics you could identify with note for note, word for word, line for line. Your life incapsulated in a song.

That's what Holly Brook's "What I Wouldn't Give" is to me.

Feeling like I can't forgive
But I want to
It's like I don't know how to live
I'm afraid to

What I wouldn't give just to forget
What I wouldn't give to get some rest
So I can remember how to live again
I want to live again

Am I desperately losing this fight?
When I should really be choosing my flight?


-Max

And...they're off!

Fang and Nudge are back with us in New York City. I hate to admit it, but I actually missed that dork and his annoying ways. Ick. (Tell anyone, and I'll deny saying it.)

Saccharine aside, it's now or never time. If we don't go to Washington with the information that we have, we're never, ever going. I'm sucking it up. It's time.

Now that we have some more information about the area, even MORE suspicions about the Erasers than we did before (the HECK?), and a whole wad full of cash (...I'm not even gonna ask!), how can I argue?

The one person I could pick a fight with right now, however, is the Voice. "Knowledge is a terrible burden," whine, whine...blah, blah.

Ever hear, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all?"!

I don't expect things to be sugar-coated for me (they never have been), but I UNDERSTAND the dangers, believe me. So put yourself on mute for a minute, annoying pseudo inner-monologue!

I'll miss New York. Not gonna lie. It's been the closest thing we've known to a home for over a year now. I went around a took some pictures to appease the sentimental sap in me.

Even in the darkness and rain, New York shines. I hope we can, too. (Man, that was cheesy.)






-Max

Pizza, Bad Guys & More Pizza

We got to the Institute for Higher Aeronautics from the dead guy's business card & it was filled with Erasers! Wall to wall ERASERS!!!

Fang wanted to stir up a bit of trouble (Not much new there!!), so I provided a bit of a distraction....Setting off car alarms. ;-)

I jumped from car to car in the lot as hard as I could, making alarms blare everywhere. I kinda dented a really nice red convertible (Whoops?), but a psycho wolf guy shouldn't have a car that nice anyways! (. . . .I should!!)

I flew up into a tree and let those dorks figure out what all the noise was about down below. It was so funny to watch them run around, scrambling & covering their stupid ears.

I saw Fang croutched behind a desk & a bunch of erasers listening to some kind of lecture in a classroom kinda place. (I'm sure it was boring, whatever that old dude was telling them.)

Before I got inside to check it out for myself, I swiped a cell phone from the passenger seat of one of the cars and made a few phone calls. Pizza, Police Department, more pizza...Fire Department. You know - the basics. ;-)

A few more donuts (pink ones!!) and back to NY after this to gather up the flock and make the real trip down here.

I miss Max & Iggy & everyone. I can't wait to see everybody again!!

~NuDgE

Exhibit A!

Fake ID Club

This dude has the most bogus wallet I've ever seen!

The name on this thing says "THOM CRUIZE," no lie. Riiight. (And Nudge is "K.T. Holms.")

Isn't that a little, I dunno, WEIRD?

This business card is a little sketchy, too. Institute for Higher Aeronautics? I'm on that like...like a...whatever that dumb cliche is about rice. That one.

Man, I'm hungry. Thanks to our fried Eraser buddy "Thom," I can afford to buy lots of dollar menu meals - 100 of 'em.

Nudge and I are gonna follow this Aeronautics address. What's next? Erasers who fly PLANES and HELICOPTERS? C'mon. That's cheating, dude.

-Fang.

DC: District of Craziness!

While I was trying to solve that crazy Metro map, Nudge managed to find a closed maintenance station we could crash in for the night on the red line. Or was it blue? (I'll never figure this dumb thing out!!!)

Doesn't matter. It's too early to think. WAY early.

Besides translating hard-to-decipher charts and maps, Nudge has some other notable talents for an 11-year-old, like single handedly cracking the ribs of a 250 lb Eraser. (This is the scene I awoke to at 3AM. It was AWESOME. Awesome in that "scary" kinda way, mind you.)

The next thing I know, I'm kicking the crap out of this ugly beast, blood all over the place, and BAM! Exploding Eraser! *Remember, kids: Never EVER touch the 3rd rail.

We couldn't very well just leave him like that.

...so we lifed his wallet first.

He'd probably want it that way. And, he probably wanted us to eat these fine glazed doughnuts, too. All 24 of them. Mmm.

Enough about food. There's some weird stuff in here, man. Credit cards, business cards...and I'm getting chocolately goodness all over them.

I wonder what all THAT is about?