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 payments.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.
Chose D.I.Y. 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
Choose rotting away at the end of it all.
Pissing your last in a miserable home;
nothing more than an embarrassment…to the selfish,
fucked-up brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life. I chose something else.Uno de los mejores diálogos que he visto en una pelicula. Parte de Trainspotting, pelicula estrenada en 1996 y dirigida por Danny Boyle.