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 your friends. 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. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

Renton* Trainspotting

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?