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 mortgage 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 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, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. 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?
UPDATE: Okay, je crois que s'IL sort avec elle, je vais définitivement péter un cable les loulous :D
Pour Little J. : Il n'y a que 13 épisodes dans la saison1 pour le moment à
cause de la grève des scénaristes. La suite bientôôôôoôôôôôt!
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