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 leisure wear and matching luggage. choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. choose DIY and wondering who you are on a sunday morning. choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. choose your future. choose life... But why would 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 needs reasons when you´ve got heroin?