Essays, Interviews, Observations, Pop Culture, Stories, and other Dodginess

Posts from the “Reclusive Author Clive Javanski” Category

Bringing Aibreann back from Ireland

Posted on January 24, 2014

Or “The Asshole Dublin Club” “You know, my sister talks about you a lot. I think she cares about you. You seem to mean something to her.” “Then why is she in Ireland?” And so it began. Another reason to travel back to Ireland. Bring the girl back. Shauna didn’t have to answer my question about her sister. We knew why she was there. It had to do with a graduate research program at Trinity College for a semester, maybe two. Maybe three. I was hoping to get her back after one. It’s not just because we were, as she called it, “an almost” before she left. No one’s being selfish here. The bottom line is there was a creative project of ours Aibreann…

You’re the Weird Girl, I’m the Asshole

Posted on January 8, 2014

During the holidays I attended a party at Chicago reclusive author Clive Javanski’s place. There was a guy there wearing Jesus pants and playing acoustic guitar, but I’m not going to talk about that. I’m going to talk about the Weird Girl. I never have expectations when it comes to ladies when Clive hosts a social gathering, which is rare (the last time it happened, he was gone for three hours – turns out he was at Quenchers Saloon). I’ve seen models there, bookish-types, some that look homeless and one that had a penis. So I’m drinking a Polish Weiss in the kitchen and in walks three girls. One of them was the Weird Girl. She walked up to me and while I was…

The Asshole Running Club

Posted on October 16, 2013

“I play real sports. I’m not trying to be the best at exercising” – Kenny Powers ‘East Bound & Down’ Reclusive author Clive Javanski, Aidan, and I went running along the lakefront on the day of the Chicago Marathon. Our friend Rooney was participating in it and we decided to show our support by jogging to the post-race party. We didn’t stalk around viewing spots waiting for him to go by while holding up “Go friend!” signs or anything like that. We knew there was going to be beer at the post-race party – Goose Island 312 Urban Wheat Ale to be exact – and we wanted some. It was an opportunity to share a cup of beer  with thousands of people from foreign…