I Wouldn't Spend My Life Just Wishing

My girlfriend and I hopped in her car and left Seoul for Bundang at just after eight. We were on our way to Clive's, a bar which a mutual friend of ours owned. I used to frequent the place before moving back to Seoul late the year prior, and every few weeks or so I'd manage to find my way back, more for nostalgia's sake than anything else. (The clientèle had a way of changing every six months or so, as tends to happen at expat bars on the Peninsula, and usually not for the better.)

Clive's.

I met a guy there who nicknamed it "Drexler's."

When I pointed out that former NBA player Clyde Drexler's name was not, in fact, "Clive," I got told to fuck off.

Raw shark.