When exploiting his Goddesses by opening the show with a lesbian make-out session is the least offensive thing Charlie Sheen does in his "Violent Torpedo of Truth" tour, you know you're witnessing a meltdown of the highest order.
Charlie's peculiar, fickle legion of fans turned on him only 20 minutes into the show, booing and calling out "loser," and leaving in droves before the 80-minute "performance" was even half over. Reviews of the show's Detroit opening have been a slaughterhouse.
We have an expression in recovery circles known as "self-will run riot." It applies to those, new to recovery, who insist on doing things their own way (as if this tactic has served them admirably until now), with increasingly disastrous results. The riot going on in Charlie Sheen is of Rodney King proportions. Who exactly will pay $70 per seat to keep watching it, however, is now clearly in doubt.
Charlie's life may be a train wreck, but it's a gravy train folks, and there are dozens of enabling losers around him willing to ride it off the rails. And I'm finding it very hard to be entertained.