"I have dirty blood."

The doctor looked confused. Cal said it again. "My  blood . It's gone bad."

The doctor pushed his glasses up against the bridge of his nose. Then lied. "We'll do some tests. I'll get back to you."

It would've been Cal's third day off if the doctor gave him...

Since I was around ten years old, my love for food was somehow amplified. I started to eat more, and with more came along "bad" food. I fell for popcorn , potato chips and chocolate . Although my braces set a limit on the chocolate input (since then, eating "normal"...