Mike Campbell

Mike Campbell

“I’m not one of you literary chaps.” Mike stood shakily 
and leaned against the table. “I’m not clever. But I do 
know when I’m not wanted. Why don’t you see when you’re not wanted, Cohn? Go away. Go away, for God’s sake. Take that sad Jewish face away. Don’t you think I'm right?” (Hemingway 181)

Alright, I know that may sound pretty harsh, but you don’t know Cohn like I, unfortunately, do. That weasel of a man follows my Brett around like a lost puppy. I’ve come to terms with the fact that Brett sleeps around with other men.  What helped me ease into this acceptance is the fact that Brett takes care of me even though I am a bankrupt and I may or may not have a problem with alcohol. But, Cohn needs to realize that he is not special. He is just another name on Brett’s long list of lovers. Someone had to put Cohn in his place. He is like an insecure child, and no one can have a good time with him moping around. I just told him what everyone was thinking. Don’t you think I’m right?