Renton is hit straight in the face by the ball. He lies
back on the astroturf. Voice-over continues.
INT. SWANNEY'S FLAT - DAY
Renton lies on the floor.
Swanney, Allison and Baby, Sick Boy and Spud are shooting
as he taps up a vein on her arm.
something else. And the reasons?
There are no reasons. Who need
reasons when you've got heroin?
Goldfinger's better than Dr. No.
Both of them are a lot better than
Diamonds are Forever a judgement
reflected in its relative poor
showing at the box office, in which
field, of course, Thunderball was
a notable success.
that shite, which is not to be
ignored, but what they forget -
Spud is shooting up for the pleasure
of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do
it. After all, we're not fucking
stupid. At least, we're not that
fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm
you ever had, multiply it by a
thousand and you're still nowhere
near it. When you're on junk you
have only one worry: scoring. When
you're off it you are suddenly
of other shite. Got no money: can't
get pished. Got money: drinking
too much. Can't get a bird: no
chance of a ride. Got a bird: too
much hassle. You have to worry
about bills, about food, about
some football team that never
fucking wins, about human
relationships and all the things
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