It was a summer of love, of bacon and of freedom. But, as the seasons changed and the days grew shorter, our love began to fade. The once-mighty bacon-wrapped hearts that hung from the lampposts, now lay limp and lifeless. The smell of smoked meats and sweat still lingered in the air, but it was no longer the intoxicating scent of youth and desire.
But fear not, dear reader! For in the world of Bacon Was Our Summer Love, even heartbreak is but a stepping stone to new adventures! What came next?