Trainspotting

Quien no se acuerda de esta genial película.

Recuerdo que estaba en la secundaria cuando la vi y 3 veces en el cine!!!

Decía algo así:

Choose a live. 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 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 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 something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?






Y para concluir: Underworld - Born Slippy NUXX (Trainspotting Version) (1996)