Well, my friends, it has been a while since I a have jumped on the ‘internets’ and I do so now with the sole intention of stating that “I am addicted to doughnuts.”   I know. . .I know. . .it is rather shameful to admit it, but I was sent to treatment program after an incident at a local 7- Eleven involving a cinammon twist and a case of Colt-45.  

I was told by my mentor that the first step in overcoming a donut problem is admitting that there is a problem.  In a public place. With people.  Preferably with your pants up.

That being said, in order to assist in my recovery I would like all of you to head out to a local Dunkin’ Donuts  chow down on some jelly-filled goodness for me.  Live the life that I now cannot lead. Do it for me. Do it for your country.

 (And while your at it, pick me up one of those chocolate topped doo-dads with the sprinkles. But keep it on the down low, my mentor is Castro and he’s got plenty of time on his hands now.)

Peace!—and remember Let Go and Let Glazed.