Adam Harrison in the platelet donation recliner. He spent two hours in that position, watching a movie as the giant machine on the right sucked his blood out and cycled it back into his body. On Saturday afternoon. That's friendship, service, family, right there. Besides, he is one of the two people responsible for me asking Jo Ann on a date. So supporting Pablo is essentially his duty.
I'd love to donate plates. But Raul, the blood center head, won't let me. Why? Cos I'm a Class A wuss when it comes to needles. I asked him last week when I could donate. He laughed. Hard. 'Bro, we're just going to keep you donating blood.'
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