"Don't Do A Doughnut" − 1 May, 1990

In high school Nito and I had our share of arguments. We were both punks and had smart mouths that would get us in trouble from time to time.

I was the only one of our friends that had a car and I drove everyone around. He also had a way of pissing me off when it came to my car. The day after I got my car painted white, he said "I hate white cars" as I was about to give him a ride home. He also would slam the door all the time.

One day after dropping him off at his house, as he was getting out of the car, I said "please don't slam the door". He looked at me and pretended like he was going to slam it. I just gave him a look. Then, HE SLAMMED IT. I was so pissed. I reached for my door handle, because I was going to get out and beat his ass. I thought better of it and instead I put the car in gear and popped the clutch. The wheels spun as I started forward. I turned the wheel hard and did a doughnut right in the middle of his street. Mr. Black was in the passenger seat and just held on for his life. I turned onto Cedar Avenue and spun the tires as I drove up the street. Nito just stood in his front lawn with his hands in the air like he was signaling "what the hell did I do?" I wanted to kill him.

For years we laughed about this day and whenever I would start to get mad about something they would say ... man "don't do a doughnut".