EXT. STREET - DAY
Legs run along the pavement. They are Mark Renton's.
toiletries, ties, sunglasses, etc.) either fall or are
identical uniforms. The men are fast, but Renton and Spud
maintain their lead.
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
inches from him.
driver, then at Spud, who has continued running, then at
the Two Men, who are now closing in on him.
motionless and drugged.
Choose good health, low cholesterol
interest mortgage repayments. Choose
by the side, watching.
play much dirtier.
some item of clothing. (T-Shirt, baseball cap, shorts,
trainers). In Begbie's case, his name appears as a tatoo
on his arm.
Spud, in goal, lets the ball in between his legs.
Tommy kicks the ball as hard as he can.
Choose leisure wear and matching
fucking fabrics. Choose D.I.Y and
wondering who you are on a Sunday
couch watching mind-numbing sprit-
crushing game shows, stuffing
fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of
it all, pishing you last in a
miserable home, nothing more than
an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked-up brats you have spawned
future. Choose life.
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