Confessions of a serial tea drinker

I fit the profile. I've written about it. I've planned it out. How long before they come for me? 

Undoubtedly somebody needs to stop me. But no one will. How many innocents will be hurt? What a joke! There are no innocents. 

I could go back in time and find a moment where I made the turn. I would have to blame Tonya. It was with her that things went South. When I was plagued with the desire that would taunt me until the end. I had it! I tasted it! And no matter how much I wanted it again, and again. But no one cares. They never care. And Tonya is just a destroyer. 

So I sit here in my truck, brooding, bitter, longing, desperate, for just a taste. Such a small thing... I fit the profile. I've written about it. I've mapped out plans. No one cares and no one will come to help. How long before they come for me? 

Starbucks is right down the street. And they sell it. Chi tea. How long before they come for me?....