Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact discs players and electrical tin openers.
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 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 ?
by TRAINSPOTTING