how i ended up at the tea house is a mystery to me. first, i started my aimless drive after cafe artiste. i planned nothing. i was going no where. the only place i knew i wasn't going to was home. then, there was an accident on 59 and I-10 and before i knew it, i was heading down I-10 to new orleans. how and why, i don't know. it was something to do, i guess. i was driving, and that's all i knew. i got to san jac mall and decided that maybe new orleans was too far for the time of day. actually, i really don't know why i stopped. i was searching for something out there, but what it is, i don't know. i ended up bying "v" a shirt. only when i drive do i not have thoughts racing in my head. there is nothing there but the road. i had to come back. don't know why. but i had to.

now, i'm here at the tea house and i ordered a "non-free" drink. i had the entire card stamped, but the register only pays for about 4 dollars worth. i had to pay the remainder 30 cents. can't say it's a rip off because it's not. great drink. brings back old memories. i remember a time when matt first told me about it and dlc started coming here before texas history. it was either here or shipley's. time goes on, ladies and gentlemen.

i here the ring of the bell. it tolls the next chapter of the next book of the next series. what else can be said besides being here at the tea house and not knowing where else i'm bound to be. i'm bound to be exactly where i don't want to be until i am exactly where i'm supposed to be. until then, wander....wander....wander the streets and the dirt roads until the search is finally over.