Choose a job
Choose a career
Choose a family
Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can 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 suit 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, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself
Choose your future
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?