The Future

I've been thinking about...no, I've decided. Im going to reach out, spread my wings, get my head screwed on straight. For too long now have I dilly-dallied around without a plan. Sure I thought I had a plan. I was going to work, because you have to. From there I would get money, which I would then use to buy things. You know, food, tshirts, wallhangings, gaz, and of course, shiny metals for my sweet. But you gotta look beyond that, you gotta want something more, something bigger, something that you can sit on top of in order to gain a better vantage point. Something like forty thousand dollars. Yep, forty Gs, I could buy a house, or a stock, or maybe even one of those new Nissan Zcars. You know, get my life on the right track.
The only thing is, do you think they'll let me not have to kill people? I could do the laundry and mending, or cook. I'd even be willing to be a motorcycle messenger or something. That would be sweet.
It's not that I'm against killing those people, I mean, we gotta do somethin' you know? It's just that, honestly, I'm worried I wouldn't be good at it...