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 fix-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suit 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 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.
-Trainspotting
