Trainspotting

por vezes encontro-me com aquelas pessoas parecidas com o início do Trainspotting...

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 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 fucking fabrics.

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

falo com elas, e elas comigo... depois elas vão à vida delas com pena e zombando de mim... e eu vou à minha vida com pena e escarnecendo (adoro os gerúndios) delas...

porém... eu tenho o Trainspotting....