Original quote from the #1 feel good rom com of 1996, Trainspotting:
Choose a 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 DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away in 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 your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I’m torn on this one.
Part of me is convinced that just putting a flower in the barrel would stop all war. Then I’ll make sure to put it in my hair before going to San Francisco, even though I totally forgot the first time.
Another part of me believes that I’m gonna have to solve the problem by getting so high on red agave shrooms that I can’t feel the bullet and thus become an invincible berserker. Might sack York too, if there’s time.