Choose life, work, family, the fucking big television, washing machine, car, cd, and electric can opener, health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, first home mortgage, living in 3 pieces, feuds, quizzes, crap in the womb, children, walking in the park, office hours, good at golf, washing the car, lots of sweaters, family Christmas, private pension, tax exemption pulling forward out of trouble waiting for de day when you will die - Trainspotting
is the full version, and more 'raw, from the book ... Choose
life, choose a job choose a career Choose a family, choose a maxitelevisore cabbage, choose washing machine, CD player 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 leisure wear and matching luggage, choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a fabric cover with cabbage, choose the do-it-yourself and ask yourself who you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on the couch beating their brains and spirit with the quiz, while force-fed junk food. Choose rotting away at the end, to kick the bucket in a miserable home, reduced to an embarrassment of selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future, choose life. But why would I do something like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. The reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when the heroine?
The mitoco Renton ... some heroin and now 'was passed out of fashion ... but there are plenty of substitutes ...
's just words, but goes straight to the heart. O to the brain, for those who think that the heart is just a muscle.
must decide to read all of Irvine Welsh
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