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Querido lector: Si le gustan las películas llenas de conejos cantantes, naves espaciales explosivas, o alegres animadoras está en el blog equivocado. Este blog es extremadamente alarmante, una expresión que aquí siginifica "un chico raro y su mirada citrica e irracional de este mundo, con sangre, tripas e insultos en cada entrada" Pero ustedes son totalmente libres de buscar en el siguiente blog un entretenimiento más liviano, como un capitulo de los pitufos o algo asi.

Trainspotting (script)


Legs run along the pavement. They are Mark Renton's.
Just ahead of him is Spud. They are both belting along.
As they travel, various objects (pens, tapes, CDs, toiletries, ties, sunglasses, etc.) either fall or are discarded from inside their jackets.
They are pursued by two hard-looking Store Detectives in identical uniforms. The men are fast, but Renton and Spud maintain their lead.
RENTON
(voice-over)
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 openers.
Suddenly, as Renton crosses a road, a car skids to a halt, inches from him.
In a moment of detachment he stops and looks at the shocked driver, then at Spud, who has continued running, then at the Two Men, who are now closing in on him.
He smiles.

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