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twin donuts, originally uploaded by daviddesign.

Donut shop just down the street from where I used to live, two years ago and three homes ago.

I only went there once, although I passed it quite often, esp. on my way to the Model. It’s a very old donut shop, has to have been there since the 50s or so. It has a very large round table in the middle that several groups of people can sit at.

The one time I went there, I got a coffee and two donuts and just watched the people come and go. There were a group of old men there, chatting away. They acted like they came there every single morning.

That day was the day that I had got up super early on a Saturday morning, because I was newly alone after breaking up with my boyfriend and all my friends were out of town for the summer, so I usually went to bed early and got up early. I had walked around town for an hour or so, listening to Grandaddy on my headphones, my chronic activity for that entire summer. That was the morning I found the little purse sitting on the mailbox at 6:00 am. It had rained the night before, and was muggy and humid and the town was cloaked in a fresh wetness. It was still a bit cloudy when I arrived at Twin Donuts, like in the picture above.

After I moved Brighton, I didn’t go back to Allston too many times, although each time I did, it made me nostalgic a little.

I think everytime I leave somewhere, I miss it. But then I always want to move somewhere else. What’s up with that?

Missing Twin Donuts this morning. As well as that shitty little town that I loved, Allston.

Currently listening to A Feast of Wire by Calexico

Written by pocheco

May 3, 2007 at 4:27 pm

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