"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disk 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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on higher purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose D.I.Y. and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sittin' on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game-shows, stuffing fuckin' junk food into your mouth. ... Choose rottin' 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 yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life. ... But why would I want to do a thing like that? ... I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?" - Renton (Trainspotting)