LRPD
Found on another forum and too close to the truth.
A man's worth? A man\ufffds worth was once measured by how much he owned, for in a world driven by material interests it was how much property you had that mattered. How times change, for now, in the topsy-turvy world of finance, it is not how much one owns, but how much one owes that counts. A man who owes little is of little consequence; whereas the man who owes millions is the bank\ufffds best customer. (And if he\ufffds insured, he\ufffds worth more dead than alive!) How perverted money makes us!
What does the 'Ic' in 'IcLRPD' mean, anyway?
Matthew Greet
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 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 spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
