Harvey wasn't a vampire by choice. He'd been bitten by his best friend Marty, who had earlier also become a vampire not by choice.
Vampires live a very gloomy life: They have to sleep all day in a drafty old box half-filled with smelly dirt. They don't dare stay out too late or the sun will fry them into crispy critters. And they can't drink wine, or booze of any kind--or even enjoy a nice fat burger. Their only food has to be yucky blood.
Being undead, thought Harvey, is definitely a bummer!
Vampires live a very gloomy life: They have to sleep all day in a drafty old box half-filled with smelly dirt. They don't dare stay out too late or the sun will fry them into crispy critters. And they can't drink wine, or booze of any kind--or even enjoy a nice fat burger. Their only food has to be yucky blood.
Being undead, thought Harvey, is definitely a bummer!
