The film is a bright madness with a taste of vomiting and pills. Strange aftertaste, leaving a smile and headache.
"Choose life. Pick a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a TV with a big screen. Choose a washing machine, a music center, a car, and an electric can.
Choose a healthy stomach, teeth and health insurance. Choose a property and pay contributions carefully. Choose your first home. Choose your friends. Choose resorts and luxurious suitcases. Choose a suit-three in the best company from the most expensive stuff.
On your weekend, choose a sofa to fall apart and watch a stupefying show. Fill your belly with stuff.
Choose rot after all, and shamefully remember the scumbags you laid down to get out yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.
But why would I do all this? I didn’t choose life, I chose something else. Why? No reason. What is the “why” when there is heroin?