I've Got an Associative Association With Blood

Ike: I've got some kind of association with this blood. It goes to the final day, and my arm looked like like i had the arm of a junk. And then there was oneft, ok, one more last draw and and an assistant that came in. She just burst into tears, and she runs out of the room. So i'm sitting there, she whack, whack. For somebody's got an issue blood. This is, i'm like thinking, jesus. The woman who had tried to do it, walk through and kind of glance in nervously and walk by. But when Ike said "Let me give you a hug," her shoulders relaxed