Bloody rejection

Tomorrow, the blood-mobile rides into town. Hundreds of people will line up to give their blood to help those in need.

I will not be one of them.

No, Juice McNizzle is not good enough. In the past 4 years, i've attempted to fill bags with my blood (at the proper establishments) over 7 times. Each one of those times they have said no. It has been over a year since my last visit. I got tired of hearing their excuses.

"I'm sorry, Juice, but i'm afraid your pulse is too fast today"

"We're sorry, since you recently had a cold we cannot take your blood today--we come back next month if you'd like to try again"

"Oddly, your heart is so pure that no other being can take your blood without exploding into a million little pieces"

I swear i heard that last one about 5 times already (hell, even more than that if you count random people off the street saying it to me). I really want to donate, at least once in my life. So tomorrow, i may just try again. My last attempt. Pray for Juicy?

Well i do have to get my license renewed this week. I am becoming an organ donor, so someone, somewhere will get a piece of me. Plus, if my organs are no good at least they can't tell me to my face. Because i will be dead. And dead people can't hear you and your rejection.

Mmm... sweet revenge.