I was the only punk rocker at the first martial arts school I attended. There were less violent, half-deaf drug fiends around in those days I guess.
One night the instructor, a former Chinese commando, asked the class, "What you do in the future your life?"
The class answered one by one. He had never asked us any philosophical shit like that before. I had time to think it over as everyone told everyone else what they were aiming for. The women wanted to fuck and have babies; the cops were hoping somebody would invent an electric gun they could electrocute people with; everybody laughed when somebody said he wanted to open a computer store; no one mentioned invading Afghanistan.
My answer? "In the future I want to drink beer and have fun, shi zu."
"Nothing else?" he asked.
"A little pussy every now and then would be good, shi zu."
"Who next?" he asked.