Saturday, 30 March 2013


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

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