choose life. choose a job. choose a career. choose a family. choose a 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 leisurewear and matching fabrics. choose diy and wondering who the you are on a sunday morning. choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing 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, up brats you 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 something else. and the reasons? there are no reasons. who needs reasons when you've got heroin?