Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king 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 f—king 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, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
Renton, Trainspotting
5 comments:
haha i love that short! aside from antonioni, spaghetti is the greatest contribution of the italians to the world.
oh jeez, i forgot antonioni.
so you're a patron of Spaghetti House?..;) i'm still loooking for the film you said. yeah, Bury my Heart was made into a movie by HBO. I've got a copy but still bidding my time before I watch it.
I think we don't have that here in Davao, if there was i'd sure frequent there. hehe
my love affair with pasta started, wait, i can't remember. i think it came first before books and words. try spaphetti's cousins. i recommend swiss deli. :-)
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