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 cover with a range of fucking fabrics, choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning, choose sitting on that couch in beating their brains and spirit with the quiz while you are force-fed junk food. Choose rotting away at the end, to kick the bucket in a miserable home, an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself, choose a future, choose life. But why would I do such a thing? I chose not to choose life, I chose something else, why? There are no reasons who needs reasons when the heroine?
from Trainspotting
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