My aunt had a phonograph and when I was a good boy she'd let me play it. Every time I visited she'd want to kiss me. She dipped snuff and I hated that snuff so I begged my mother not to take me and then I'd remember the phonograph and then I'd change my mind. I'd put up with the kiss for the music.


The Guardian (13 September 2008)


My aunt had a phonograph and when I was a good boy she'd let me play it. Every time I visited she'd want to kiss me. She dipped snuff and I hated...

My aunt had a phonograph and when I was a good boy she'd let me play it. Every time I visited she'd want to kiss me. She dipped snuff and I hated...

My aunt had a phonograph and when I was a good boy she'd let me play it. Every time I visited she'd want to kiss me. She dipped snuff and I hated...

My aunt had a phonograph and when I was a good boy she'd let me play it. Every time I visited she'd want to kiss me. She dipped snuff and I hated...