Trainspotting

You're Going To Reap Just What You Sow

written by

Maël

_You're going to reap just what you sow_ _You're going to reap just what you sow_ _You're going to reap just what you sow_ _You're going to reap just what you sow_ “There's final hits and final hits. What kind was this to be?” Living in the moment. ‘Til you can’t fucking take it any more. Blood, shit, and heroin. Trainspotting fucking bangs, man. Electric as all hell. Manic as a dream. Fueled by an undercurrent of the hell that is urban abandonment. Casting those deemed lowlifes to the cyclical nature of addiction. A group of mates all grabbing for something to keep them going. Smiling towards each other, pressuring each other to have more fun, while all the time encouraging each other to get better, like a game. All like a game. All falling down the same holes, time and time again. To live. To die. Who cares if it’s all in pursuit of that ultimate high? There’s time to worry about all of that later. It’s not like you have to grow up. GROW UP. GROW UP. GROW UP. GROW UP! Mark Renton is one of the best fucking characters ever conceived, in no small part due to Ewan McGregor’s performance. Charismatic as hell. Tragic as hell. Screaming in bed. Screaming. The pain captured in his eyes as he smiles away, shooting up, saying this time will be the last time. This time will be the last time. It might cost everything that makes you you, but with 14 thousand pounds stolen from your mates, maybe, just maybe, life can turn around. “One thousand years from now there’ll be no guys and no girls, just wankers… sounds great to me.” What a harrowingly gorgeous picture, god. “That beats any fucking cock in the world.”