Went to downtown to donate some blood plasma this morning for the first time, and the last time for sure. The place was creepy. You'd have rows and rows of mexicans hooked up to these devices which were a confusing mess of clear tubing and plastic bottles. The machines would pop and beep and chirp as their blood (and their plasma) rose and fall against the plastic lining. The people would look at me, and I couldn't help but feel the fear inside them, as if they needed the money so bad that the risk was worth it. During my physical the examiner gave me this paper to read which basically said that the machine they used would separate the blood from the plasma, and there was a rare chance that air could accidentally be inserted inside my veins (since the blood is returned to you once it is separated) and lead to death. I asked the guy "so this air thing whats up?" he stood up and responded: "well the machines are safe, it's not like it's common, but if it happens it happens" I was like What? Damn! Here I am signing papers putting my life in the hands, sorry, gears of a stupid machine. Where I later found out by my cousin is the same technology they used when he donated alot back in the 80's. Wow! That explains the hush and silence and eerie stillness of that room where everyone was hooked up. Cept for the stupid batman movie they put up on the tv, lol. Ya what a way to die.