"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 DIY and wandering who the fuck you are on Sunday
morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit
crushing game shows, stuffing 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 embarassment to the selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose furture. Choose
life……But why could I want to do a thing like that?
I choose not to choose life: I choose something else.And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
So why did
I do it? I could offer you a million answers, all false. The truth
is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change. I'm going to
change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and
I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking
forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the
family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car,
the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low
cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear,
luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children,
walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car,
choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax
exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the
day you die.