Choose Life
'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 and higher purchase and 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, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you've spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future, choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life, I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons! Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?'
Trainspotting