Needles

Needles. I hate needles. Ever since I was a child, I hated them. Protruding, poking, stabbing, a prickle, and a bright sting in my vein. Working for the same company all my life, and those assholes and the government continually sucked my body dry for the barest hint of drug use. Or perhaps they were supplying a vampire. I didn't know, and I didn't care. My life was sin-free, so they had nothing on me.

Tomorrow will be different. I ate two poppy seed bagels just for them.