"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career.
Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compact dics players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low colesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest martgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking 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 in your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than a emberrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life......

But why do I want to do a thing like that?"