My blood would purify you of your demons. I would hold the DSM-IV against your tattered, misshapen hairline and chant "THE SPIRIT OF FREUD COMPELS YOU!" repeatedly. Then you would start shaking and speaking in demonic tongues about how you are legion. Then apparitions that look like Bishop Eddie Long, Rampage Jackson, and George Zimmerman would emerge from your body screaming before dematerializing and leaving you slumped over with a perfectly symmetrical hairline. Then you would wake up a new free man, comfortable with your true self. You would quit your neighborhood watch captain post, burn your jujitsu gi, meet a nice man, get married to him and live happily ever after.