I knew a fella from
Malla who went to
Greece and when he
ran out of money, he
sold his blood. He's
dead now, died of
malnutrition mixed
with drug addiction
and alcoholism. I met
him on the bread line
once, well, it was once
for me, but for him, he
went up seven times, I
wouldn't mind, but he
was an atheist, I often
wonder, was he hungry,
or did he get some sort
of pleasure at sticking
his tongue out at the
eucharist and the priest.