Trainspotting...

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a carrer.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and eletrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a started home.
Choose yor friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in arage of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch whatching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing games shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rooting 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 spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.