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
leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece
suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose
DIY and wondering 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,
pishing 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.

--trainspotting