Saturday night we hosted a party to celebrate our friends' upcoming wedding. About a dozen folks stayed on late. We had an after party sitting around outside on the deck, then migrating in to pick at the leftover food still on the dining room table, then back out.
We were talking about Charlie Sheen and his craziness. Someone there wasn’t aware of the extent of the crazy so I found Charlie Sheen on Twitter (winning!) and followed him so they could read the insanity spewing forth.
And I’ve felt kind of dirty ever since. So I’m unfollowing him. The poor man (not winning!) doesn’t need anyone else feeding on his spiral into more crazy.
Then again. I can’t help but wonder if a savvy publicist is writing all those tweets instead of him.