Yesterday Sarah and I went took shelter from the rain inside of Colonial Donuts. It was my first time there and I partook in a delicious apple fritter. Amidst the the 70’s wallpaper and cheap woodpaneling of the place I began to question if I was betraying my Chicano political conscience by consuming a colonial donut with such glee. I mean, it’s not like there’s an Aztec Donuts out there, right? Is a neo-colonial donut better or worse than a colonial donut? Am I reading too much into this in an attempt to maintain my Chicano credibility?
Maybe I’m just craving a donut.
Rio
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You totally get a pass because you’re eating a donut.