I'd Long Wanted to Donate a Piece of My Body to Help Someone. Now I Do It to Make Ends Meet.
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Summer in Las Vegas makes everything feel cruel and impossible... drained my savings... choking on air every time I looked at my credit card statement.
When I saw the ad promising that I could get up to $900 giving plasma, signing up wasn't a choice so much as an inevitability.
Driving there again felt like going home, but I wasn't... I fantasized about air-conditioned darkness as I pulled into the plasma donation center parking lot.
Read at Slate Magazine
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