Captain Apathy felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He smiled to himself, knowing who would be contacting him at this point in the night. “Lucky Bar at 10?” read the brief message. He thumbed the “reply” button, then typed: “Yes.” It was only eight in the evening, but Apathy knew that tonight was the night he would reach his destiny. It was the night he had been waiting years for. Or if not years, then at least since Tuesday. Tonight, I will get hammered, he told himself. It had been a long week, there was no mistaking it. Apathy removed the tie and button-down shirt that marked him as a member of the professional classes. A member of something…respectable. “It is only a disguise,” he had thought on many occasions. Apathy stepped into the shower, cleaning the body that he kept in reasonably good shape by forcing himself on the treadmill a few times a week. Once finished, he pulled his green polo shirt over his head. It was a shirt he had been wearing since his freshman year of college, and repeated washings and weight gain meant that it was tighter than it had been four years ago. But it still fit, and Apathy had found that in a darkened room, girls would often mistake a tight shirt for increased muscle mass. Apathy walked the six feet from the closet to the kitchen. He cooked some penne pasta for himself, then covered it with marinara sauce. He washed down the pasta with one of the Heineken's his roommate had bought. It was a simple repast, but it would provide enough sustenance for his coming endeavor. Tonight, I will get hammered. Having satiated his need for food, Apathy logged on to fark.com. A thin smile came to his lips as he read about yet another Florida teacher who was caught sex with one of her students. He looked at the clock on his computer. 9:50 p.m. His time had arrived. Apathy hailed a taxi outside his apartment building and gave the driver the address for Lucky Bar. The driver was a middle-aged Ethiopian who nodded and smiled to him as he entered the backseat. A nice man, Apathy thought, but completely unaware of the role he was playing on this fateful night. Tonight, I will get hammered. Focus: Write about your day as if it was narrated by a famous author. Try to sound like Hemingway, Kerouac, Vonnegut, or if you're really good, Cormac McCarthy.