Issue 153- "To All things must come...an End"

Written, pencilled, inked, lettered and colored by: Heath Parker Lail

Hey folks. If this was a monthly comic, it would have been cancelled long ago, with such big gaps between issues. But fret not, this is a true self-published venture, and though all things must come to an end, the end of this Journal is not nigh. I still plan to make it to issue 200, if not further, before ending this version of the Cafe in order to reboot. 47 issues an counting...

Anyway, the ending that is coming is my college career, version 1.0. My undergraduate studies in Psychology have been profound, confusing, and (sometimes modernly) wrong, but also intriguing, fascinating and rather informative. My studies in Political Science were mostly by default; I simply chose Poli Sci in order to declare SOME Minor course of study (my preferred course to Minor in would have been Philosophy, but alas I did not discover the true depths of the subject until far too late). Though many will call me crazy, I must say that I am saddened by the fact that Shauna will not be here to see this...my ultimate triumph over her attempts to water down my intellectual search for meaning and ultimately, the Secrets of the Universe. No, dear friends, lovers and colleagues, I do not want her back as my love, but I do wish she could see her own failure in utmost clarity. Enough of that, I refuse to be petty and hurtful--that whole thing was painful enough the first time around, without dredging up bad nightmares, which is what the whole four-year episode now amounts to in the grand scheme of my life.

Now I go in search of a job in which I can practice my people skills, and in search of a new love in my life. There are many girls whom I would wish to date, though a number of  them be currently unavailable...ah, such is life. No use crying over that which can never be yours. Currently I am crying tears of joy for my friend Samantha, who is now engaged to the man she believes to be the right one for her. They do make a nice couple, folks...you just have to see them. My best thoughts, prayers and wishes go out to them both in this joyous time, and may they love one another for years, sharing multitudes of great times together.  Now, it's MY TIME (as HHH might say)...I will find one who loves me, of that I have no doubt--I mean, as attractive and intellgent as I am, there must be some rocket scientist chick that gets hot thinking about crunching numbers at psychological tables with me, right? lol All jesting aside, I am not concerned about getting older, I just think that all these other people jumped the gun too early--love is like a fine wine, and sometimes a person must age for a while until they are the correct mixture of flavor and richness. Therefore, I think it is important that love is not to be rushed; instead it should be savored every single inch, just like a fine wine is lauded by critics until the final drop is tasted. ahh......it feels good to stretch my brain in thought again...there was a time I thought I could not think things such as this anymore--my thoughts were a jumbled mess, always jumping from one topic to the next, not taking in the beauty of a momentary glance or the grandness of sweet, sweet solitude. Now I intend to savor every minute of my new-found freedom, utilizing it the the maximum.

May God Bless you all tonight...I miss you all, and hope to see you again tomorrow night, at this same place. G'night.

Heath