It’s a sad day in America. The local donut shop closed today after 24 years of business since opening in 1985. What started out as Winchell’s and evolved into Yum Yum Donuts was much more than a friendly locale at which one could get their fix of cheap coffee, a bag of donut holes and a three-week-old maple bar—it was a sanctuary.
Yum Yum boasted like-bellied fatasses spanning countless demographics; including Vietnam War vets, crack addicts, prison escapees, plastic-bag-collecting bald women, and me! My friend Alex and I would spend HOURS on end conversing with the scum that loitered on the front curb about topics such as current events, politics, the best alcoholic drinks, and our most memorable sexcapades. It was these types of conversations that truly enriched my formative years and solidified my understanding of my innate superiority.
R.I.P. Yum Yum Donuts.
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