Social media was full of donuts for a few days. It was fun. I want more of that.
In a desperate attempt to keep the donuts coming, here is a donut-sized excerpt from Vice Report:
A crime scene
They are standing outside their hybrid cruiser when I pull up — laughing and eating donuts. There were no parking spaces nearby. I had to park a block away. I suppose there is a big team here eating up all the parking on an already busy-for-street-parking Sunday morning.
“Really?” I say as I walk up.
“Isn’t that a stereotype?”
“Visual joke,” Devin says, munching on a chocolate old-fashioned.
“For you. Made at great personal sacrifice.”
He’s wearing serious-looking Oakland PD-labeled SWAT-type gear. He bends his arm into a weightlifter pose, holding a donut instead of weights, sticks his tongue out in an exaggerated lick, touching the donut with its tip.
I get out my phone to take a photo.
Olivia puts her finger through the hole of a raised glaze and licks her finger—so I can see the manicure.
“Sexy! Sexy!” I say. “Give me a tiger! Give me a kitten!” They mug for the camera, switching positions, ass butting. She hangs on him, pinup-girl style. He kneels in front of her and holds one foot as if fitting her for shoes. They do it all with donuts.
Vice Report
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