Trainspotting

(Monologue intro to one of my favorite movies ever...)
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 a 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 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 have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life...
But why would I want to do a thing like that?