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Choose life. 

Choose a job. 

Choose a career. 

Choose a family. 

Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. 

Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. 

Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. 

Choose a starter home. 

Choose your friends. 

Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. 

Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. 

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. 

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. 

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. 

Choose your future. 

Choose life . . . 

.- Trainspotting