Here’s a different angle on the donut narration. Is this a better direction?
Donuts and drugs. They go hand in hand – like beerâ€¦and hot dogs. You walk out of a bar and see some Latin dude rolling franks around on a hot piece of tin and your heart cries out â€œStreet dogs!â€ You fish out your wallet… â€œHereâ€™s three bucks, I want one with everything on it, extra hot peppersâ€. That’s what pints do to you.
Druggies are different. They go for the sugar buzz. From weed to speed they need the rush.
For me a donut is like casual sex. I think about it, get excited, and do it. Soon as Iâ€™m done, I feel terrible. A pain in my stomach. Remorse and shame. I say Iâ€™ll never do it again. I promise, and then a few days later, I smell the perfume wafting down the sidewalk. I get dizzy. I walk in the shop and there she is…with a pretty pink skirt of frosting, beautiful rainbow sprinkle jewelry. Soft and round. And that hole in the middleâ€¦
The donut hole. Why donâ€™t they have bagel holes? They have donut holes, but as for the bagels, they remain missing. Theyâ€™re very different things of course. You wouldnâ€™t put eggs on a donut. Totally acceptable for bagels. As for bagel holes, youâ€™d never get the little things out with out turning the toaster upside down and shaking the bejeezus out of it.