I have a feeling that Charlie Sheen in his downward spiral of personal dismay was more self aware than we all believe:
Listening to Beck this morning, I noticed some lyrics that I think I've heard before, (perhaps slurred and more arrogantly stated by the notorious Sheen), but a statement of true being.
"I'm a driver, I'm a winner; things are gonna change, I can feel it".(Loser, Beck)
Everyone needs a cheerleader in life, and sometimes it's oneself.
I'd like to challenge all the judges of Charlie Sheen's life to think about a low point in their life when the only reason you got out of bed is because you cheered yourself out of the dark covers, and pulled the sheet off of your own head.
This is all.
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