Trail Of Donuts

As i'm driving down King Street in my new stolen car, i've decided to go home and take the time out to think about my actions. As I walk in the front door, I sit on the couch and turn on the television. Wait... nothing's coming on. I get up, turn on the lights, but that doesn't turn on either. What is going on? I open the door and run across to Esoteric's place and discover that her lights are off too. Then, all of a sudden.. we smell something. Something that has the wonderful and delicious smell of a freshly glazed donut. As Esoteric and I sniff into the air, our eyes close as we imagine the golden donuts floating to where we were. I start to walk lightly to the elevator while my nose was still held high in the air. I go all the way down to the first floor with Esoteric behind me and we go out. Most people were outside looking disappointed because of the power, but others... the look on their faces reminded me of a child's. I look around for a huge donut truck or some type of sign of where this delightful smell could be coming from. I see most people walking around the corner towards Moth Street where the Donut Shop is located. It's packed. Filled with tons of people that have lost power. I go in and sit there. The warm feeling of the shop and the great smell of donuts had me stuck. Stuck sitting there like I was a kid again. I had to get up, but my legs wouldn't let me. Well, I got up anyways and ordered two boxes of donuts since I apparently had no life anymore. As I get up to leave, I just had to try one, so I did. The taste was so much better than the smell and that seemed hard to beat. I leave the Donut Shop with both hands full and I just happen to see the guy whose car I had stolen a day ago. I believe he spotted me that day and i'm pretty sure the look I had on my face was one he wouldn't forget. I start to run as fast I could back to my apartment building. I wasn't worried about the outside world finding out about my past. I look back and he's chasing me. That's fine... I'm a fast runner anyway. I've ran from the cops plenty of times. All I could think about were those donuts. I look back and all I could place my eyes on were the fallen donuts that I had left behind. They reminded me of something. It was like I was leaving behind the only good thing I had left on this block.