Reubidium Rb-86

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 mortage 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 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 spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

I chose not to choose life.

I chose something else.

(from "Trainspotting" by Irving Welsh)