On the bench

At the Hauptbahnhof (main station) there is a bunch of people "in-between-jobs". In warmer weather they seem to have a good time, enjoying the odd crate of beer or the occasional shoot-up, having vivid discussions and just popping down the bridge to pee in the river when needed. Anyway, was thinking about that because yesterday I donated blood again. And had an amateur doing it. Fucking hell! That hurt I tell you. She pushed the horribly thick needle into my vein, or at least she was supposed to. She missed. And then again. I was in agony! Eventually she gave up but the blood wouldn't trickle through at the normal pace so she called a colleague, who came over to twist the needle. Ah the joy of being a volunteer! And the reason I connect the two is that my arm looks like I'm a heroin addict. It's like a big hole in my arm. And I can still feel the needle. Don't be surprised if you see me on the bench soon...