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 fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing 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 why would I want to do a thing like that?
'trainspotting'
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