Trainspotting

I saw this in a oversized black frame in a friends bathroom last night.
Thought about it over soap, bubbles, and thin paper.
Took little long cause I stared, but loved the attitude that leaked off the paper & through the glass.
Unabashed truths whilst gracing a toilet.
Woke up happy to find it wasn't me being sleepy and sassy; I felt the same energy shedding from these words:

"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 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..."

_Trainspotting, 1996