My favorite Danny D story: A good friend of mine, the late "Little Petey" Goldsmith, used to run with Danny when he was in Miami and Petey was enrolled at UM. (Not that he ever went to many classes.)
Anyway, Danny was forever putting the bite on his friends, and one day he got Petey to loan him $500. But every time he ran into Danny after that, he'd always have an excuse for not paying it back. The best excuse came right after the word was out that Danny had made a score, and Petey promptly went to get his $500.
Only this time Danny, who was wearing some sort of disco pants, just pointed to his legs, and said. "Look at this----I ain't even got no pockets in my pants. How can I possibly be carrying any five hundred bucks?"
Petey always said that as far as he was concerned, that story was easily worth a thou. But I do think he eventually got paid.