“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 openers. choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
choose a starter home. choose your friends.choose leisurewear and matching 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, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. choose your future. choose life… But why would i want to do a thing like that? i choose not to choose life. i choose somethin’ else. and the reasons? there are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?” Trainspotting