The last time I was in a Starbuck was before my arrest.
That was two years ago.
This morning I was early for my next meeting so I thought a nitro with sweet cream would be awesome . I walked in and a cold chill entered my spine. I stood there frozen in time. There were a few people working on their laptops as a lot of people do, that is all in a normal day. My instinct was to run away. Leave and forfeit my coffee.
I didn’t run away. For a brief second I was disoriented, not knowing where to place my order. A true example of the power of trauma and fear on your body and mind.
I remembered the last time I was in a Starbucks was over three yeas ago. When it was my refuge. it would open at 4 qm and then I had a place out of the cold.
And sometimes I didn’t have any money for coffee so I’d wait for someone to leave and pick up their cup to have a prop and a reason to sit there the whole day. In fact as I write these words I can see that the scenario must’ve been very funny. Me waiting and watching for someone to discard their coffee cup, wait for them to leave and make sure no one saw me and grab the cup. And sit inside the Starbucks because I had nowhere else to go. Now it seems funny however at that moment and the moments it was anything but funny. It was shameful and all I wanted was to disappear and be…
