Mike Campbell

"He knocked Mike down, too,” Edna said. 

“He didn’t knock me out,” Mike said. “I just lay there... I’m not one of these chaps likes being knocked about. I never play games, even.”

Mike took a drink." (Hemingway 195)

What? Maybe I don’t feel like fighting back. In fact, I don’t feel like doing anything most of the time. Except drink. I like drinking. It makes me feel better. I don't have to think about my life when I get drunk. What’s the point? I don’t have a purpose. Ever since the war ended, I've just been wandering around in a drunken haze. I don’t care. After the war ended, I met Brett and fell in love with her, but I soon found out about her promiscuous ways. My fiancé cheats right in front of me. I don’t care. Cohn was completely out of line for starting the fight. It’s all his fault even if I technically initiated it. Who does this Jew think he is, following Brett everywhere. He should get over her and stop waving it in my face. I don’t care anymore, okay? Except I do care. Can I borrow 100 pesetas from you? I have to pay someone back.