Did I ever tell you about the time I went to a party at Barsuk Records and ate all the Top Pot donuts? Seriously, nobody else was, and I was hungry. Every time I walked by, there they were, untouched, just looking at me. Did I miss the memo? Were they props for John Roderick’s next self-help video? Was I the only one who didn’t see the acid-spiked lemon bars? I couldn’t stop. When it was time for me to bail, I grabbed one for the road, and walked my fatter-than-usual ass three miles to catch the ferry. It barely burned a sprinkle. CHRIS KORNELIS toppotdoughnuts.com