Trainspotting

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 leisure wear and matching luggage.

Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fuCking fabrics.

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

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

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you 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.

But who would I want to do a thing like that?

I choose not to choose life: I choose something else.

And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Who need reasons when you've got heroin?



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