They call gin "mother's ruin". 
maybe that's where Linda went wrong.
It's my fault. I should have never have let her near
the stuff - I knew she was a mother.
it should say something on the bottle -
"This will lead you to be an alcoholic gambler who
will spend all your husband's hard-earned money."
 
Actually, no it shouldn't.
I believe people should be big enough
to look after themselves.
You can't go crying to some company
because you smoked two packs a day and only ever
ate chewing gum and hamburgers your whole life.
 
I say, take responsibility for yourself.
Don't be ashamed of your vices.
Get to know them, walk them round,
show them the neighbourhood.
Linda sure did.
In fact, by the end, the neighbourhood
was pretty much sick of seeing linda's vices.
you can only take so much of a good thing I guess.