The Charlie Sheen addiction debacle has been interesting in a morbid sense and sad to watch unfold everyday. I see much of my own crazy past actions and reasoning under addiction in the man’s behavior. It seems we have a new, unique and interesting blunder each day as he parades himself in front of cameras, the Internet, and the whole world making a total fool of himself.
“I swear he is on crack cocaine!” George exclaimed as I was asking him about it this morning. “He has that crazy, cracked out look in his eyes and I saw it quite often when I was in prison.”
“I call him little Napoleon,” I replied to George with a chuckle. “He seems the master of his Goddesses (porn stars), his castle, and his domain. He is ready to go to war with CBS with lawyers on the frontlines. He also seems to be in one of those mean, arrogant, and defiant phases that often accompanies the later, ending throes of a very severe addiction.”
“At least you and I had the good sense not to father children with all that mess going on,” was George’s parting shot as he left to go get more loads of shopping carts in.
“Amen…” is what I said under my breath as George walked back outside.