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 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 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 spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Yes, I watched Trainspotting this afternoon. This is a great drug movie. I don't have any real personal experience in the world of hard drug addictions, but I can imagine it would be something like this. Plus it's lots of fun to try to figure out what they're saying through the heavy Scottish accents. But a word of warning, this film is not for those with weak stomachs. I guess if nothing else, how can you not get behind a movie with a character named Sick Boy?

At or around this time Spud, Sick Boy and I made a healthy, informed, democratic decision to get back on heroin as soon as possible. It took about twelve hours.

Gotta love resourceful motivated people.

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