“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 sprit- crushing game shows,
stuffing fucking 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 why would I want to do a thing
like that?”.
Trainspotting
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