Well, they're keeping one member of society (me) who'd like to get out there and help people, because that's what I must be here for. No one helps me, besides my C.I.A.-employed drug dealer. It's special when I can look into his eyes and say, "Thanks."

When I took my step-father to major leg surgery, I looked at the doctors and said, "Thanks, anyways." They should look back and say, "Thanks for giving us the chance." That's when somebody else steps in and says, "Thanks, but you are condemned to Hell. Now go home and don't call for help!"