In Defense of Charlie Sheen

I will start out by saying, or typing, in between gulps of Toña (one of the truly great Nicaraguan beers) that Charlie is crazy....out of his mind!  But is that necessarily a bad thing?  Well, would Two and a Half Men be half as good if he weren't?  His recent rage against the machinery that brings us this hilarious show (my personal network favorite), while bringing down all manner of media judgment, probably does carry a spark of truth.  It is so easy to judge those who air publicly their personal foibles, while ours go unnoticed by the media and the masses.  I could only imagine how it would appear if a reporter from Entertainment Tonight ever got a shot of me exiting one of my favorite San Jose watering holes.  On a personal note to Charlie (we do both frequent La Mansion Inn, so I feel authorized to give Charlie a few pearls of wisdom), I too have had my own mid-life crisis meltdown.  I know how it feels (and sometimes it doesn't feel too bad, until the morning hangover hits).  I too was told that I was addicted to this and to that.  And I also rebelled.  Where did it get me?  Well I am here writing this in a so-called "third-world" country if that provides a clue.  I say leave Charlie the heck alone. Sure he has his vices, but he seems to manage them better than most.  Maybe one day Charlie and I will decide to grow up.....nah!  Sounds a bit too boring, at least for the next, say, couple decades.  See you in geriatric rehab Charlie my boy, or, if not, somewhere on the other side.