Renton's choice - Trainspotting


"Choose life. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electric 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 suit and arrange the fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wonder where 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 hole, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life.

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?"


"So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is I'm a bad person. But that's going to change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job. The family. The fucking big television. The washing machine. The car. The compact disc and electric tin opener. Good health. Low cholesterol. Dental insurance. Mortgage. Starter home. Leisure wear. Luggage. Three-piece suite. DIY. Game shows. Junk food. Children. Walks in the park. Nine to Five. Good at golf. Washing the car. Family Christmas. Index pension. Tax exemption. Clearing gutters. Getting by. Looking ahead to the day you die."