"Choose life. Choose a job.
Choose a career, a family.Choose a fucking big TV.
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players.
Choose good health.
Low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose mortgage repayments.
Choose a home. Choose your friends!
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase!
Wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows.
Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end, in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the brats you've spawned.
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?"