Man oh man, there is nothing like a train wreck! I watched the Charlie Sheen 20/20 interview like I was seeing Star Wars for the first time. A freakin' moth to a light! I found myself grinning from ear to ear and then occasionally the mouth was agape. I mean really who gives a shit, but yet I really do. I really do. If he's willing to take us along, hell yea. I already have my seatbelt strapped on and adjusted for the thrill ride. The interview had this sort of feel like the footage of the alien cult people who put on Nikes and drank the potion. I was fully prepared to open the paper the next day and find that Sheen had off'd everyone in the house and then himself. I feel sorry for "his" kids, you have too. I think they are young enough to get some new down to earth dad (say, an architect) and live happily on Charlie's nickel. You know the old saying, you gotta have a license to drive.....but any SOB can be a father.
I want the name of the people who administered the "drug test" he took so that in the future if I need a job after a crack binge I still have a chance at bagging the gig. Most important is that Sheen has made a gajillion dollars off of a terrible, unfunny, and totally lame sitcom. He is probably flipping out because he has lost all hope in the world and thinks we are doomed anyway. He's lost all hope in mankind cause he reads the scripts before almost anyone. He's thinking (and rightfully so) when a show like "Two and Half Men" can be number #1 for so long and make so much money, why is the mother ship landing and taking us away such a weird concept. Drink up?
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