Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing 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, -up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.
I chose not to choose life. I chose something else.
Choose life.
Choose your future.
And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got Steam?