Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fucking stupid TV, choose washing machines, cars, laser turntables, electronic box works.
Choose health, a low cholesterol level and a good mutual, choose fixed rate loans, choose your little house, choose your friends.
Choose your tracksuit 'and the bag that goes with it, choose your sofa with the two armchairs, all on credit with a choice of crappy fabric, choose to tinker on Sunday morning while wondering about the meaning of your life 'slouch down on that fucking couch and lobotomize at the TV games while stuffing yourself with McDonald's.
Choosing to rot in the hospice and end up pissing on yourself in misery realizing that we shame the fucked up children we have spawned so that they take over.
Choose your future, choose life.
Why would I do such a thing? I chose not to choose life, I chose something else. The reasons ?
There is no reason. You don't need a reason when you have heroin.