[ WP ] The world finally has its first superhero : he can see the future as far ahead as he wants ... but only when he 's drunk .

I walked into the bar, exhausted from the day's work. I trudged over to a stool and ordered myself a pint of light beer. 
 
 `` Called it!'' I heard from the seat left of mine. I had n't been paying much attention, but I now noticed the drunken fool gazing lazily at me with a rather dumb grin on his face. 
 
 `` Excuse me?'' I inquired. 
 
 `` I called it.'' He giggled delightedly. `` I knew you'd order a pint of light beer, and before the night's over you'll order another.'' 
 
 This guy had obviously had one too many but I decided he could at least entertain me for a bit. `` Oh really?'' I asked smugly. `` And just how do you know that?'' 
 
 The guy looked around suspiciously, then turned to me, squinting his eyes. `` You wan na know how I know?'' he half whispered, still loudly enough for others to hear. I remained silent and looked at him inquisitively. `` I can see the future.'' He began giggling again with glee, as if he had just heard a hilarious joke. 
 
 I could n't help but laugh a bit myself. The guy was so wasted he was delusional. `` Wow,'' I told him, `` that's really something. Quite a gift you have there.'' The bartender put the pint in front of me, and I took a sip. 
 
 `` You do n't believe me,'' he said, pointing an accusing finger at me. `` I know you do n't, but you will. You will soon enough.'' The dumb grin remained plastered on his face as he said this. 
 
 `` And just how soon will this be?'' I asked him, raising an eyebrow. 
 
 The man looked at his watch. `` Err, about 10 minutes.'' 
 
 `` Alrighty then,'' I replied. We were both silent for a while as I sipped my beer and he took another shot of whisky. He seemed to keep glancing over to my right at the tables. I peered over but saw nothing of interest: a couple men talking at a table was all. They were dressed rather nicely, so I assumed this to be the reason it captured his attention. 
 
 For a few minutes I watched the TV on the wall, but it quickly bored me, so I turned to the drunk man again. `` So, you can see into the future,'' I said. `` What will I be doing tomorrow?'' 
 
 He stayed silent for a moment and seemed not to notice me. I nearly asked again but he said, `` You'll be pretty shaken by what happens tonight so you'll probably just be lying in bed for a lot of the day.'' 
 
 This confused me. `` What do you mean-'' 
 
 `` Hang on, I got ta take a leak,'' he cut me off. He stood up slowly and half-stumbled to the restroom across the bar. I just shook my head and kept sipping. 
 
 A few minutes passed when I heard gasps from all around the bar. I turned to my right and saw one of the nicely-dressed men standing up, pointing a pistol at the one still sitting. People were looking for cover underneath tables, and a few brave ones made a run for the door. The gunned man was muttering something to the one sitting down, who looked like he was trying to keep his cool but failing miserably. They spoke back and forth to each other for about a minute, although it seemed more like an hour. 
 
 Stupidly, I attempted to interject. `` Sir, what-'' 
 
 No sooner did I begin speaking than I saw the barrel of the gun face my direction, and a loud **crack** broke the silence, followed by more gasps. I flinched, sure that I was dead, until I felt a few drops of liquid splash onto me. The man had not shot me, but my beer. 
 
 `` That was a warning,'' he told me, his face a menacing scowl. `` Leave us to our business.'' 
 
 Fear shot all through my body, chilling my core. Just then, from the restroom behind the man, I saw a familiar face emerge. He jumped onto the man, wrapping his arms tightly around the man's throat. They both went sprawling to the ground and the gun fell out of his hand. The other nicely-dressed man quickly recovered it and pointed it down at the two bodies. His face was beet red and he was breathing heavily. By this time his adversary had freed himself from the drunken man's grasp and stood up slowly, his arms raised. The people around came out of hiding and began applauding the drunk man's bravery. He received some handshakes and high fives, which he took as best he could in his current state. 
 
 As various people began phoning the police, the man stumbled back over to where I sat. `` You believe me now, do n't you?'' he said, giggling again. 
 
 I was still in shock at what had just taken place. I thought he was just fooling before, but he had known all along that this would happen tonight. 
 
 There was still one last question I had for him. `` If you knew that that was going to happen, then why the hell did you get drunk?'' 
 
 He laughed some more, then said, `` I only knew it would happen *because* I was drunk.'' He took one last sip of whiskey, then stumbled slowly to the exit. 
 
 I was still trying to wrap my head around all this. It could easily have been a dream, but the evidence of what had just occurred was still right in front of me: the man who had brandished the weapon was now on his knees surrounded by some of the customers. My mind a jumbled mess and knowing the police would show up soon and close off the place, I turned to the bartender. 
 
 `` Can you give me another pint before I go?''
