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 DIY and wondering who fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on a couch watching mind-numbing,spirit crushing game shows,stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, phishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than a embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life...
-Trainspotting (1996)-
