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Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. 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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wonder who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking 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 your future. Choose Life.I chose NOT to "Choose Life". I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.Got no money, can't get drunk. Got money, drinking too much. Got no girl, no chance of a ride. Gotta girl, too much hassle.You have to worry about food, about bills, about some football team that never fucking wins and all the things that really don't matter.People think it's all about misery and death and desperation and all that shit, which is not to be ignored; but what they forget is the pure pleasure of it all.