The Thing About Charlie Sheen
is that while watching the interviews, I BELIEVED HIM. In print he’s tortured and surreal but WATCHING him say the things, well I bought it a little, even coming from that skull-mouth. He is a high-functioning crazy person who requires as much context as anyone else. Tiger blood: if LeBron said that they’d name a shoe after it.
This goes also for Glenn Beck. Reading the things he says makes me want to put my fist in my mouth, but if I ever catch any of his act I find myself weirdly drawn to him. It must be the same instinct that causes one to piss drunkenly in a closet. I just want to rub his head. It looks so fuzzy. And what did the goddamn Jews ever do for us, anyway.
So what, I relate to bipolar folk. I don’t know if it’s the group mentality in my background or a morbid curiosity that can’t stop rubbing itself against the fabric swatches but I am worried that I may need psychological attention.
