20
08
2003
Bleeding for a friend
I had a liquid lunch today. I wish I could tell you I quaffed an Anchor Steam but instead I lay on my back watching red fluid dribble out of my left arm into a plastic bag.
A pal of mine is battling cancer and he asked for donations. It turns out that it’s extremely convenient to give blood credits in someone else’s name anywhere in the U.S. because the system is well organized. Greg lives near Dallas, but I walked just a few blocks from my office in downtown Houston to get to a blood center.
As I walked back I wrote a haiku.
My blood in a bag:
Strange gift for a friend in need.
Cancer really stinks.
