Category: Van Chronicles

  • Van Chronicles – Chapter 2 (continued)

    For two weeks straight, I played that sucker till my arm was sore from picking up the needle. And every day my mother would yell up the stairs, “Would you TURN that bloody racket down!” That would probably have been around the fifth listen, when I’d have cranked it up, on my little suitcase record player. But that was OK, because I liked it quiet too. (more…)