So you might say that he had it coming since the time he tapped on my window at 3:00 AM and asked if he could borrow a box of .38 S&W ammo (after all I took care of him even though that 38 short stuff is a lot harder to come by than .38 special). So around 2:30 one morning another friend and I came down with serious munchies when we were low on cash. We thought of Don "owing me one" so we drove over and snuck up to his window and knocked. He asked what we wanted and we said, "bacon, preferably thick sliced and while you're at it those bacon sandwiches are specially good on sesame hamburger buns (if you have any)." He was pissed off, but he knew that the karma was on my side. He delivered all the fixings for my favorite bacon-bacon burger sandwich. I was thinking of asking him to cook it, but that might have woken up his mother so I passed.
Such is the value of bacon.