Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.
On bad days, I think I'd like to be a plastic surgeon who goes to Third World countries and operates on children in villages with airlifts, and then I think, 'Yeah, right, I'm going to go back to undergraduate school and take all the biology I missed and then go to medical school.' No. No.
