blood

is not far off from 

water

. 92 percent of blood is made of it. 

In college if he scored a 92 then he got the highest grade point possible. 4 point oh.

So why was it that you could inject h20 into the veins of someone low on blood and expect that to save them?

This was because the classroom did not mirror the real world. 92 percent wasn't jack shit in the real world of guts and breathing organisms. When life was on the line.

For this reason, he was glad to be on the dark side. He wouldn't be able to handle being one of the good guys... a hero. One of his best friends was a 

paramedic

in fact. Sometimes he'd be between sleep cycles in the deep of night, and he'd hear sirens through his open windows off in the distance, and be grateful that he wasn't a hero.

They couldn't pay him enough to wrestle with the drunk, dangerous, delirious, and desperate. You didn't know what they had up their sleeve. They might pull a knife in a flash, and leave you with a gaping hole exposed to the world. Yes, definitely not enough pay to convince him to that. Especially during the middle of the night. 

The funny thing about that was these people didn't get paid all that necessarily high. The nerds down at the 

coworking space

, pushing code or pixels or emails around all day made much more. What a society they lived in? Sometimes it made him feel a sense of superiority that he wasn't one of these nerds. But then again when he analyzed what he spent his days on, he humbled himself.