Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
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 luggage. 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 fucking 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 your 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?
Renton, Trainspotting (1996). Vía e-life.
14/06/2005 a las 1:56 pm
Tú vivías en Hortaleza o en el Bronx??? Ahora entiendo muchas cosas ;-)
14/06/2005 a las 7:03 pm
Impresionante Peliculón
15/06/2005 a las 10:23 am
Lo que faltaba en un blog de yonkis como éste
5/10/2007 a las 7:48 pm
ese texto es una masa.
muy buena onda.