Tuesday, March 20, 2007

T r a i n s p o t t i n g

Recuerdo la primera vez q vi Trainspotting en la casa de un buen amigo, junto a otra buena amiga.
Estaba orgullosa porq era la primera vez q vería una película de culto... bah, de esa clase de culto.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: 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 Sunday night. 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 home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats 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 somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?


Blogger the-civilian said...

espectacular eh...espectacular


pero al final cambia!! se recupera!!

No me vas a contar quienes eran esos amigos??

8:23 AM  

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