Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fu**ing 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 fu**ing fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the f**k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fu**ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your pants in a miserable care home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fu**ed up brats you 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!