Ya shoulda gone to Bethany Beach and et at Bethany Blues. That way you coulda supported my cousin-in-law and his three children. Now, because you didn't go there, the poor little kids will have to go out on the street to beg and will probably freeze to death in some alley after they use all their matches in an attempt to keep warm. Their poor mother will linger for a while, pining for her lost children, and then the consumption that will be wracking her frail body will free her spirit to join her little angels. Meanwhile their father will fall into Drink and eventually wind up perishing in the gutter, spat upon and despised by all who see him, while little knowing of the heartache he suffered because you and the P-vine went to Rehobeth instead of Bethany Beach.

You oughta be ashamed!