Now, I’ve justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn’t a big deal, just a minor betrayal. Or we’d outgrown each other. You know, that sort of thing. But let’s face it, I ripped them off. My so-called mates. But Begbie, I couldn’t give a s*** about him. And Sick Boy, he’d have done the same to me if he’d only thought of it first. And Spud, well okay, I felt sorry for Spud. He never hurt anybody. So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I’m a bad person, but that’s gonna change. I’m going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the f***ing big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.

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