Choose life. Choose Mining. Choose a career. Choose no family. Choose a fucking big hole in the ground. Choose high explosives, rock drills, det cord and non-electric initiators. Choose bad health, high risks and no insurance. Choose working in a fucking dodgy West African dictatorship. Choose a rented tin shed. Choose your friends. Choose boiler suits and a matching hard hat. Choose a giant dump truck any colour as long as it's fucking bright yellow. Choose Nonel and wondering what the fuck your doing a mile underground on a Friday night. Choose sitting in that giant dump truck looking at a mind-numbing, spirit crushing spoil heap, stuffing even more fucking crap on top of it. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, breathing your last in a collapsed mine shaft, nothing more than an embarrassment to the brain dead, fucked up, tree-hugging, sustainability spouting retards spawned to replace proper engineers.
Choose your future.
Choose mining.