To all those who appreciate the 1996 movie Trainspotting.

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can 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 suit on hire purchase in a range of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the ♥♥♥♥ you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ♥♥♥♥♥♥-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 chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?