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 leisurewear 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 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 spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future.
Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Ewan McGregor (alias Mark Renton),
from "Trainspotting", Danny Boyle, 1996
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