Choose life Choose a job 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 moretgage 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 you are on a Sunday morning Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing ga me shows, stuffing fucking 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, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose Life I didn't choose Life. I chose something else.