Choose life. Choose a cd. Choose a dj. Choose Fixd. Choose a f+cking big stereo, Choose neon lights, decks, headphones, and a f+cking dance floor. Choose hot girls, low tops and high skirts. Choose a mean bouncer. Choose a free cover charge. Choose your friends. Choose top range spirits. Choose a three seater couch right near the dance floor in a range of f+cking fabrics. Choose DIY hangover and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on the couch staring at the f+ckloads of club stamps all up your arms, stuffing f+cking junk food into your mouth. Choose chilling out at the end of it all, playing mp3’s your grandma would be proud to have you listen to, staring in the mirror at the f+cked-up mess you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your now. Choose Fixd.