Bacon? Did you say BACON?
I was very young and impressionable when I first started experimenting with pork. First, it was just a few bacon-bits on my salad, on weekends, with friends -- it was no big deal. Everyone was doing it. I enjoyed the euphoric high of the nitrate-loaded meat, but I never thought I would have a problem.
Before long, I moved up to ham sandwiches and non-kosher hot dogs; too much was never enough. These “gateway meats” move you on to harder things: pork-chops, spare-ribs, sausage, and then BACON!
Before long, I couldn’t do anything without bacon -- bacon cheeseburgers, bacon omelets, pizza topped with bacon. I tried to make bacon fit more and more into my life ----- the absurd bacon watermelon, bacon with yogurt and bacon-filled doughnuts. I was doing BLT’s with extra bacon, then onto BLT’s minus the L and the T, but still getting the extra B.
Eventually, I was selling bacon just to support my habit. Even then, I was losing money “getting high on my own supply”. My life had become unmanageable. I was mainlining several pounds of uncut bacon each day.
Please don't mention bacon. Thanks.
