Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a big fucking television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage payments. choose a starter home. choose your friends. Choose leisureware and matching luggage. choose a three-piece suite and high purchase and a rage of fucking fabrics. Choose diy and wonder who the hell you are on a Sunday morning. Choose stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose sitting on the couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows. Choose running away at the very end of it all. Pissing your last in a miserable home. nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked-up brats that you 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 reason? there are no reasons, who needs reasons when you got heroin. People think its all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it all. Otherwise we wouldn�t do it. After all we aren�t fucking stupid. At least were not that fucking stupid.

Take the best sex youve ever had, and multiply it by a million times, and your still not even close.

Trainspotting is one of the best movies I've ever seen, and a new widescreen edition has just been released with more footage. I suggest going out and buying it. Or at least renting it.

Its a good movie, But heroin is a drug and its dangerous and no one should take it.

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