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		<title>Rainy World Part 2</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/28/rainy-world-part-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 20:58:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Everyone just went about their business and the man continued to read his flaming paper, though by now it was just a mass of smoldering black embers burning in his hands.
I couldn&#8217;t understand&#8230; I looked out the window then back to the man in front of me. The newspaper was nothing but grey ashes floating [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rainy World</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/27/rainy-world/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 00:45:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;It&#8217;s raining again today,&#8221; someone said.
Raining, I thought. Yeh. Raining. Right. Raining P&#8217;s a Q&#8217;s all over the world. Cats &#38; Dogs. Cadillacs and Spaghetti Westerns. Whatever&#8230;
Actually, it wasn&#8217;t at all the kind of day you&#8217;d expect any talk of rain&#8230; It must&#8217;ve been over a hundred degrees in Downtown Los Angeles, and if it was raining [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Leaving Town (1974)</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/24/leaving-town-1974/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 21:49:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1158</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Jonathan Shaw
One day he decided that the room was too much for him to take anymore. It wasn&#8217;t even a conscious decision on his part; he just woke up that morning (afternoon really) and scanned the bile-colored
peeling green walls and something quite apart from his rational mind said &#8220;Enough.&#8221;
A half an hour later he [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Wandering in Rio#6</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/16/on-the-road-wandering-in-rio6/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 20:48:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[1973]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1152</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Rio De Janeiro, 1973
As if on cue, a loud discussion broke out among the guys playing cards at the table off to the back as one guy with an enormous gut protruding from a frayed open shirt produced an enormous butcher knife and began waving it around drunkenly. 
The two armed guys who’d been standing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Wandering in Rio #5</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/15/on-the-road-wandering-in-rio-5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 18:48:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1149</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Rio De Janeiro, 1973.
I suddenly felt myself becoming perceptive to the unseen wave lengths around me, like a baby cockroach testing its antenna. It wasn&#8217;t a sense of immediate danger or even subtle menace that struck me, so much as a sense of a new kind of awareness that had suddenly sprung up inside me. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Wandering in Rio #4</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/14/on-the-road-wandering-in-rio-4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 19:06:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1148</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Rio De Janeiro, 1973.
I stood watching it cross the straight little bridge high up in the air and clatter off rhythmically around a corner up a windy street into the hills and on the other side, disappearing behind an ancient faded yellow building that emerged through a jungle of banana trees and billowing clotheslines. An [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Wandering in Rio #3</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/13/on-the-road-wandering-in-rio-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 19:06:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1143</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Rio De Janeiro, 1973.
Losing all track of time in my aimless wandering, I soon found myself on a series of winding labyrinthine narrow streets in picturesque Bohemian-looking quarter, bordered on one side by the looming shadows of imposing 1930’s style office buildings. A real old-time flavor&#8230; businesslike efficient shoeshine stands, snack bars with a colorful [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Wandering in Rio #2</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/11/on-the-road-wandering-in-rio-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 16:33:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1141</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Rio De janeiro, 1973.
At once I was at home here, somehow and without knowing why or even wanting to stop and contemplate the strange feeling I just knew that there was an inner sense of peace and belonging in my step that strange, quasi-mystical culture shock that I’d felt before, first stepping on that Mexican [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Wandering in Rio, 1973.</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/09/on-the-road-wandering-in-rio-1973/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 21:31:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1140</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Rio De Janeiro, 1973
Not knowing or really caring where I was, or having the slightest idea where to go, I simply chose a direction and started walking, instinctively choosing the shady side of the street, slowing down briefly here and there to glance in a shop window. One place in particular that caught my attention [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Veracruz #8</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/03/on-the-road-veracruz-8/</link>
		<comments>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/03/on-the-road-veracruz-8/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 20:24:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1132</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Veracruz, Mexico. 1974.
Her mom had basically told her to bring home the bacon or not come home at all. And for a while she didn&#8217;t. She ran the streets and did what she wanted in a spell of adolescent rebellion, turning tricks for food and shelter and spending the rest on drugs, mostly pot and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Veracruz, #7</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/02/on-the-road-veracruz-7/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 17:49:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1131</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Veracruz, Mexico. 1974.
She didn&#8217;t ask me anything about me. None of the usual shit, where did I come from, where was I going. Why, what, where, when, who, all that shit. She didn&#8217;t care, I liked that.
Maybe it was because I was just another trick. I just liked that she talked freely and openly with [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The road- Veracruz #6.</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/01/on-the-road-veracruz-6/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 20:59:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alessandra</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1130</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Veracuz, Mexico. 1974.
A vague recollection suddenly crystalized and then was gone. Like a postage stamp image flash in a vast photo album of memories and fragmented particles of hazy images. It must&#8217;ve been months ago, seemed like years now. Back when I was relatively newly arrived in the port.
I remembered sitting at one of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Veracruz #5</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/31/on-the-road-veracruz-5/</link>
		<comments>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/31/on-the-road-veracruz-5/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 18:14:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1129</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Veracruz, Mexico. 1974.
She snatched up the C-note like a baby alligator taking its prey in one quick hungry bite. She motioned for me to wait. I waited. I was her slave and maybe she knew it&#8230; or not, but a hundred pesos was a hundred pesos&#8230;
She turned and walked a few steps down the alley. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road-Veracruz#4</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/30/on-the-road-veracruz4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1128</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Veracruz, Mexico. 1974.
She seemed to be thinking it over now.
&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry about the money, nena&#8221; I repeated. &#8220;I got enough to cover the night. It&#8217;ll be worth it to ya&#8230; Vamos?&#8221;
Her eyes rolled back like a cash register for the briefest tenth of a second&#8230; Like a cartoon character, rolling up twin cherries in those [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the Road- Veracruz#3.</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/26/on-the-road/</link>
		<comments>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/26/on-the-road/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:50:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1123</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Veracruz, Mexico. 1974.
I walked across the street and straight up to where she stood. Seeing me approaching, her older colleagues moved off with a hen-like mixture of respect and resentment. Professional cool with an edge of the Evil Eye&#8230;
&#8220;La onda es veinte pesos, Guero, que tal?&#8221; She said with that same mischevious smirk.
A challenge&#8230;
Whatever. At [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the Road- Veracruz #2.</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/24/on-the-road-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 19:42:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1115</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Veracruz, Mexico. 1974.
As the days wore on, I felt that even the giant roaches that patrolled the dark corridors of the hotel like kindred spirits, hiding furtive and sinister in dark corners, had abandoned me.
One time I woke up sweaty and hungover to bring a bag of dirty clothes that had sat festering in a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Road- Veracruz</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/23/on-the-road-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 18:02:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.scabvendor.com/?p=1114</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Veracruz, Mexico. 1974.
I&#8217;d been alone for so long now, drifting from town to town through endless, lawless, aimless days and nights that all blurred together under a common cloud of solitude. But my eyes and all my senses had always remained open and my happy encounters with other people &#8211; however brief and superficial &#8211; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the Road- Suriname.</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/20/on-the-road-again-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 22:10:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alessandra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jonathan Shaw is finishing up his rewrite of  Narcisa: Our Lady of Ashes and is suiting up for a cross-country motorcycle trip of Brazil. Over the next few weeks we will be featuring some travel-related blogs. This one was found in an old journal from 1978 and takes place in Suriname. Enjoy!
RUNNING AWAY
by Jonathan [...]]]></description>
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		<title>New Jack Rembrandts</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 23:56:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alessandra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Jonathan Shaw
Originally posted on February 9th at 6:00pm by suicidegirls.com

&#8220;So there was this kid come in the fucking tattoo shop looking to set up and work for the summer. New Jack. Another one&#8230;His name was Jason or Jimmy or something like that. Truth is I don&#8217;t remember his name. Hell, I never remembered any [...]]]></description>
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