Gaia’s Views Benny’s Burritos: Any upgrade in its kitschy South western décor would ruin the upbeat charm of this lively Mexican joint. A great value; monster burritos. People who have tried to kill me: (This list does not include ancillary attackers, i.e., skinheads in Washington Square Park, etc.) People who have been killed as a result of hanging around with me: 1. David: Not sure. Think Loki “disposed” of him based on his bad behavior. On Location: My personal travel journal They say Paris, France, is the city of love, and “they” weren’t messing around! When Dad and I headed off there to spend some QT together for the first times since I was twelve, we were really feelings the love! We had barely set foot in the country when we were being followed by men - probably Loki’s - who wanted us dead. But as I always say, a day without a barroom brawl is like a day without sunshine. Nothin like an attack at a local wine bar to take the bloom off the proverbial rose. Good thing I know how to take care of myself. Forget Paris - big time.
*Note: This page was taken from book #36
My guide to fine dining in NYC:
Dojo: No-frills vegetarian. The tattoo-and-body-piercing show is a bonus at no extra charge.
Falafel King: Fulfills at least 2 of your daily servings of “fried.” Cheap, messy, and spicy. A perfect after-school - or instead of school - snack stop.
Gray’s Papaya: This 24-hour stand has zero atmosphere, but where else can you get two dogs with all the trimmings - and something to drink too! - for two bucks?
Krispy Kreme: More of a religion, actually, than a doughnut.
Murray’s Bagels: Carbalicious bliss Atkins, schmatkins. Get there early or stand in line.
Odessa: I like my grease with grease on the side. Good for late-night munchies or a morning-after breakfast. Kind of a hole in the wall but with huge portions, low prices, and quirky waitresses with unintelligible accents - do you really care?
Starbucks: A gift from the gods above or a slow and painful path to hell? You make the call. (If you really want to piss them off, order “coffee, black.”)
Taylor’s: Heaven in a pastry shell. Accept no substitutions! And take a free sample while you’re there.
Veselka: Hearty Ukrainian fare at gentle prices! When you want to be reminded of your mother. Or when you want to be reminded of my mother.
1. Uncle Oliver. Ollie. Or Loki. Whatever name he’s using, he’s got a plan for me. He swears he’d never hurt me. Yeah, right.
2. David: Loki’s protégé, another freak who couldn’t feel fear. Seemed to have some crazed competitive thing with me. Also, posed as a potential date. Nice.
3. CJ: Still not sure what his problem was. Suspect he was working for Ella.
4. Ella: She actually put a hit out on me. But she sorta made up for it when she apologized to me, posed as me, and took the fall herself.
5. Skizz: Mary’s drug dealer. Savory sort.
6. George: Uh, apparently not so much my father’s “old friend from the Agency.”
7. Natasha: Again, ticked off that her daughter was being passed over in favor of me. Please-Tatiana can have all the glory of the “Organization.” I just kind of want a permanent address.
8. Tatiana: see above.
9. The doctors at Fort Myers: Weren’t so thrilled when I uncovered their operation and busted my long-lost brother out of there.
Some things I like:
Chess
Slurpees
Road Runner cartoons
Eye boogers
W. B. Yeats
Ed
Some things I don't like:
Four-dollar coffee drinks
Foster parents
Skim milk
Butterflies
Baking soda toothpaste
Myself
A thing I hate:
Being away from my dad
2. Mary: Either killed by Skizz or killed by someone posing as Skizz. The fun is in guessing (yes, that’s sarcasm).
3. Ella: Met similar fate as David.
4. Mike Suarez: Sam’s roommate who got played in one of Loki’s twisted games.
5. Josh Kendall: Heather’s “boyfriend” who turned out to be one of Loki’s lackeys. The good news? Yea, Loki cloned him. Wouldn’t be surprised of there were a few more “Joshes” still running around.
6. Sam: Shot dead. But - ha ha! - not really dead. Just injured, captured, and held. Always a fun time when your true loves comes back from the dead. Very Dynasty.
Of course, if it’s sun, rest, and relaxation you’re looking for, you can’t do better than Fort Myers, Florida. Oh, sure, there’s the pesky issue of electroshock therapy to contend with, and - oh yea - you just might encounter a long-lost brother you never knew you had. And then somehow find yourself wearing dresses and makeup and grinning at everyone like some moronic girlie-girl. But all you need is one square peg (think Angelina in Girl, Interrupted) to remind you of who you really are, and before you know it, you’ll be busting out. All hell and whatever. Thank God for boyfriends with savior complexes!
Speaking of which, if you’re going to go to Siberia (which, frankly, I can’t recommend) and you hope to rescue your CIA agent father who’s been captured by the enemy, well, then - and this I can’t stress enough - you simply must be sure to bring along his borderline insane rogue agent brother. Bonus points if said brother has tried to kill you more than once. But I digress. The point I was making was that really, nothing brings two people together like a stint riding the rails in a foreign country under constant threat of attack. So if your boyfriend offers to come with you, by all means - bring him along!