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 can 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 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 have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future.
Choose life . . - Renton, Trainspotting -