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 sunday night.
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, fucking up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
choose your future.
choose life.
a pensar nas nêsperas do mário-henrique leiria
(trainspotting - danny boyle, 1996)