life. a job. a career. a family. a fucking big television, washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. fixed interest mortgage repayments. a starter home. friends. leisure-wear and matching luggage. a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. sitting on the couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food in your fucking mouth. rotting 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. the future. life.
Country!!! Yee-haw.