Today was a day I got to witness what Steinbeck’s modern day Kate would look like. I get shivers down my spine, shuddering still, sheltered in a Tim Horton’s close to my house. To calm myself down. My mind was intoxicated and I felt the shame and embarrassment that came with coming to such a place. To not fight those panic attacks, I seek refuge with peppermint tea. I drove intoxicated, but you see, I had to lock in, my dad is probably monitoring the dash cam he recently installed. I couldn’t be driving silly, and had to concentrate then, the panic attack started once i got close to home. So I parked close by until a comforting hour takes place. Beside me is a man with horrible posture (worse than mine) he scoffed his donut and walked out, there’s two guys doing math problems, and the rest are behind me. Anyway, i felt strongly what Steinbeck wrote about involving Kate and her customers morals. And now here I sit, in solitude with fear and loathing in Tim Hortons