Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electric tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage re-payments. Chose a starter home. Chose your FRIENDS. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on higher purchase, new range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck ya’ are on a Sunday mornin’. Choose sitting on that fucking couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food in ya’ mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing ya’ last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you’ve sponsored to replace yourselves. Choose ya’ future. Choose your life.
But why would I want to do a think like that. I chose not to choose life. I choose something else. And the reasons… there are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin!
People think its all about misery, and desperation, and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored…But what they forget, is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all that fucking stupid… well at least, we’re not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you’ve ever had, multiply it by one thousand, and you’re still no where near it. When ya’ on junk, you’ve only one thing to worry… scoring. And when your off it, your suddenly obliged to worry about all kinds of shite… got no money, can’t get pissed. Got money, drinking too much. Can’t get a bud, no chance of I got a bud, too much hassle. Have to worry about bills, about bankruptcy, about… some fucking football team that never fucking wins. About human relationships, And all the things that really don’t matter when you’ve got a sincere and truthful, junk habits.
The truth is that I’m a bad person. But that’s going to change, I’m going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I’m cleaning up, and moving on, going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact dick and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY game shorts, junk food, children, walks in the park nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, index pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.
