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	<title>Gin &#38; Tonic</title>
	<link>http://ginandtonic.org</link>
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		<title>Sandwich of Respite</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was calm, collected and ready to roll. The stack of pink and yellow was a sign from the Creator; Don't fuck with me and you will be rewarded. I took a bite and an explosion of onion and mayonnaise overwhelmed me. The cheese like a razor blade to the tongue. I was bleeding to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/prose/sandwich-of-respite/</link>
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		<title>The Search</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In a tiny dark room stood two men, one from the organization, the other was born with tiny ears and the ability to get the job done. They stared out a large window looking out at the universe. They used his tiny ears to listen in on microscopic worlds.
"What do you hear?" Agent Dunbar asked.
"Shh..." [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/prose/the-search/</link>
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		<title>Dilettante &amp; Tyro (A Series. In Conversation): Mindfulness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[-Let me see those.
-I take one every morning before my breakfast.  Sometimes I take one at night or in the afternoon if I'm feeling particularly B deprived or something.
-Why did you, of all people, become a vegan?  Is it vegan or a vegan?
-I don't think it matters.  But I think you can [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/prose/dilettante-tyro-a-series-in-conversation-mindfulness/</link>
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		<title>Sausage Youth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The sausages of our youth reflect out gaping lack of humanity.
We were young.
We were reckless.
The sausages we ate injected saturated fat and cholesterol into our philistinic hearts.
We kill ourselves by lacking to care.
"But sausages are good. We'll live forever," you said long ago.
Now you're dead.
Death by sausage? Not quite.
It was a McNasty car accident that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/prose/sausage-youth/</link>
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		<title>A Neat Party Trick</title>
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 Tell an acquaintance that if a twenty dollar bill is folded a certain way an image of the Twin Towers on fire will appear.
They may have seen the trick before and think it's stupid or have never seen it before. Come up with something clever to say like, "No, seriously, it's pretty crazy. If [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/instructions/a-neat-party-trick/</link>
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		<title>JubJubTheRhino &#8211; All American Rhino</title>
		<description><![CDATA[JubJubTheRhino is back with some more tunes to dish out for free! This EP is titled All American Rhino and it fuckin' rocks so check it out and blow him a kiss. Download.
Here's a taste:

Tracklisting:
1. Drink of Choice
2. Ummm...
3. Serious Talk
4. Raymond Carver
5. Mary Ann
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		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/music/jubjubtherhino-all-american-rhino/</link>
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		<title>Rich Bitch</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Can you imagine? The thought of you (yes, you) and I trapped together on a desert island for all eternity simply disgusts me. The taste of vomit in my mouth is more pleasant.
You would obviously cave within hours and attempt to thrust your Irish 'breakfast' (it's probably not more than a nibble, I imagine) in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/prose/rich-bitch/</link>
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		<title>Man on the Moon, Part Two</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Diego parked the cab in front of a café and punched a number into his cell phone. I didn't understand a word of what he said. My high school Spanish teacher with big tits failed me.
There were two men sitting outside watching us. Normally I don't like to stare but my eyes locked with theirs' [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/prose/man-on-the-moon-part-two/</link>
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		<title>Man on the Moon, Part One</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The alarm rang and we slowly peeled our skin from the bed sheets. It was hot and our balls were sweaty but that didn't matter much because we were in Mexico City and there everyone's balls were sweaty; The place stank like it, anyway.
Carl had dragged me to Mexico to help him pick up pain [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/prose/man-on-the-moon-part-one/</link>
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		<title>The Usual, Please, and Thank You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I opened the door and Cego was standing, staring at me from across the room. I stopped and stared back, wondering why I was being challenged in this way. I crept toward him, shutting the door behind me. His eyes remained fixed, stone cold. I was perplexed. I felt like saying something but anything I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ginandtonic.org/prose/the-usual-please-and-thank-you/</link>
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