Trainspotting Intro

Trainspotting Intro

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 can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear 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 have 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?

Trainspotting Intro

While my penchant for Elizabethan monologues is duly noted, and I do prefer a long soliloquy from Shakespeare’s Canon, the opening lines read by a young Ewan McGregor (?) with the Scottish accent, I recall the first time I heard it. Great piece of literature.

It works — for me — on several levels.

“There are no reasons.”

Trainspotting Intro

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