Pregled posta

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 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 wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing
sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

Renton - Trainspotting By Irvine Welsh