Tommy: Useless motherfucker, that's what she called me. I told her, I'm sorry, but these things happen. Let's put it behind us.
Spud: That's fair enough.
Tommy: Yes, but then she finds out I've bought a ticket for Iggy Pop the same night.
Spud: Went ballistic?
Tommy: Big time. Absolutely fucking radge. 'It's me or Iggy Pop, time to decide.'
Spud: So what's it going to be?
Spud: That's fair enough.
Tommy: Yes, but then she finds out I've bought a ticket for Iggy Pop the same night.
Spud: Went ballistic?
Tommy: Big time. Absolutely fucking radge. 'It's me or Iggy Pop, time to decide.'
Spud: So what's it going to be?
Tommy: Well, I've paid for the ticket.
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Elige la vida. Elige un empleo. Elige una carrera. Elige una familia. Elige un televisor grande que te cagas. Elige lavadoras, coches, equipos de compact disc y abrelatas eléctricos. Elige buena salud, colesterol bajo y seguro dental. Elige hipoteca a interés fijo. Elige un piso piloto. Elige a tus amigos. Elige ropa deportiva y maletas a juego. Elige pagar a plazos un traje de marca en una amplia gama de putos tejidos. Elige bricolaje y preguntarte quién coño eres los domingos por la mañana. Elige sentarte en el sofá a ver tele-concursos que emboban la mente y aplastan el espíritu mientras llenas tu boca de puta comida basura. Elige pudrirte de viejo cagándote y meándote encima en un asilo miserable, siendo una carga para los niñatos egoístas y hechos polvo que has engendrado para reemplazarte. Elige tu futuro. Elige la vida… ¿pero por qué iba yo a querer hacer algo así? Yo elegí no elegir la vida: elegí otra cosa. ¿Y las razones? No hay razones. ¿Quién necesita razones cuando tienes heroína?
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Relinquishing junk. Stage One: preparation. For this you will need: one room which you will not leave; one mattress; tomato soup, ten tins of; mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold; ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of; Magnesia, Milk of, one bottle; paracetamol; mouth wash; vitamins; mineral water; Lucozade; pornography; one bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus; one television; and one bottle of Valium, which I have already procured, from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict.
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Tommy: How's it going with Gail?
Spud: No joy yet.
Tommy: How long is it?
Spud: Six weeks.
Tommy: Six weeks!
Spud: It's a nightmare. She told me she didn't want our relationship to start on a physical basis as that is how it would be principally defined from then on in.
Tommy: Where did she come up with that?
Spud: She read it in Cosmopolitan.
Tommy: Six weeks and no sex?
Spud: I've got balls like watermelons, I'm telling you.
Spud: No joy yet.
Tommy: How long is it?
Spud: Six weeks.
Tommy: Six weeks!
Spud: It's a nightmare. She told me she didn't want our relationship to start on a physical basis as that is how it would be principally defined from then on in.
Tommy: Where did she come up with that?
Spud: She read it in Cosmopolitan.
Tommy: Six weeks and no sex?
Spud: I've got balls like watermelons, I'm telling you.
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Tomábamos morfina, diamorfina, ciclocina, codeína, temazepán, nitrazepan, fenobarbital, amital sódico, dextropropoxifeno, metadona, analbufina, pecinina, pentazocina, buprenorfina, dextromoramida, clorometiazol... las calles rebosan drogas que puedes tomar para combatir la infelicidad... y nosotros las tomábamos todas. ¡Joder, nos habríamos inyectado vitamina C si hubiera sido ilegal!
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