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 a three-piece suite 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 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 something else.And the reasons?There are no reasons.