bacon blog

my friend paul used this line in a story once (or something like it): outside it was raining so hard it sounded like someone was frying bacon on the streets.

i've always really liked it because it is such a great (and delicious) image. could you image the streets full of bacon? only in my dreams.

when i was little we used to go camping a lot. i loved to go camping and i loved bacon. my dad always promised that he and i would go on our own camping trip were all we brought to eat was bacon. luckily this never happened. my dad probably would have had a heart attack out there in the isolated woods we would have been camping in, and i wouldn't have been able to save him. but the idea is nice.