Run! Get out while you can!
Run! Get out while you can! Before any conviction, arrest, ASBO, banned driving license or just plain, heated argument becomes a ban. Before a ban reversal no longer requires an apology to the publican but an observed, demonstration of good behaviour in the banned areas, which you can't enter. Before a ban extends to restaurants, off licenses and supermarkets because they sell alcohol. Before shops and other, open buildings adopt the similar schemes and share their banned lists. Before you can't enter the buildings needed to push a ban reversal through a brain dead bureaucracy. Before any altercation in a pub makes you a social pariah.
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.
