“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, electrical tin openers, choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear 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 the couch watching spirit-crushing game shows… stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away, pissing your last in a miserable home… nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose your life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I choose not to choose a life. I choose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reason when you’ve got heroin? “ – Mark Renton ( an handsome scumbag)