So despite my innermost secret thoughts on blood donation that were posted earlier ( The Window Seat ), I decided to give a pint of my red honey for the greater good of society. In particular, the part of society that exists in my wallet. It turned out that the next time the Indiana Blood Center visited our office that they were giving away concert tickets to everyone that bled. I had no interest in the concert--I can't even recall what band it was for--but thanks to the magic of email, a black market for the tickets developed rather robustly. So I ended up making a cool $15 dollars, plus some raunchy comedy albums, which they were also handing out. Ah, but were that the end of the story. When I give blood I always get a bit light-headed and hot at the very end of the donation. As these feelings of unwellness once again began to wash over my vein-tapped body, I just laid my head back and tried to relax. The next thing I knew I was awakened by a voice calling my name rather urg...