Choose a life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a large-screen TV. Choose a washing machine, a stereo, a car and an electric can opener.
Choose a healthy stomach, teeth, and health insurance. Choose a property and pay your dues carefully. Choose your first home. Choose your friends. Choose resorts and fancy suitcases. Choose a three-piece suit from the best company from the most expensive fabric.
On your day off, choose a couch to lounge on and watch a mind-numbing show. Stuff your belly with all sorts of stuff.
Choose rotting, after all, and remember with shame the scum you pawned to get out yourself.
Choose your future. Choose a life.
But why do I need all this? I didn't choose life, I chose something else. Why? No reason why. What can be the "why" when there is heroin.