You are John Egbert. You are going to die soon. You do not know how or when, or even that your death is close. It's not too bad, though, since the circumstances of your death will be a bit... well, different than most. Right now, though, all you know is that you have just recently woken up on your twentieth birthday, a birthday you share with your three best friends. Your dad paid for the trip to New York and the out-of-state tuition, and since you don't have much in the way of disposable income, you can't really take a plane out to Washington. You're living in a comfortable yet simple apartment, in one of the slightly nicer neighborhoods of Brooklyn. You have just gotten out of bed, showered, and done all the other things that a twenty-year old man requires to get ready in the morning. College classes are off, so you don't really have anything pressing to do this morning.
What do you feel like doing?