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In 1986 the ground-breaking film about the Vietnam War – Platoon – introduced movie fans around the world to a very talented young actor by the name of Charlie Sheen. The surname was familiar enough; Charlie was the son of actor Martin Sheen. Platoon made Charlie a huge star and rightly won him fans all over the world, many predicted at the time that the young actor would one day win an Oscar. So what happened…? When you are a famous and successful actor Hollywood falls at your feet, nothing is beyond your grasp – whatever you want is yours…the women, the money, the fame, the best tables in the best restaurants. You can imagine a young man living such a life as if it would never end. But that’s the thing, it CAN end and very quickly and tragically too; think River Phoenix, think John Belushi, think Brad Renfro and Heath Ledger. All as talented as Charlie Sheen, all living the Hollywood dream and all dead before the age of 40. The common thread…? drugs. Are you listening Charlie-boy…? I can understand these young guys taking full advantage of the privileges that being a Hollywood star can bring, I can understand if Charlie Sheen wants to avail himself of the services of every two-bit hooker who crosses his path – their lives are on collision-course anyway. I can also respect Mr Sheen’s choice to leave this world at the peak of his career surrounded by dime-a-dozen floozies while lying in a pool of his own drug-induced vomit…if that’s what puts a smile on his face then by all means let him go for it and good luck to him. What a way to go eh guys…?

But after yet another drug-fuelled-orgy episode which has recently seen him left fighting for his life – again – I think someone needs to read this moron the riot act. This man, who treats life as though it were like a bottomless jar of marshmallow fluff, is the father of several young children. Like it or not this 40-something juvenile has responsibilities and obligations to people other than himself – very young people who need their father a hell of a lot more than he needs blow jobs from his series of rent-a-bimbo’s. Charlie Sheen needs to decide once and for all does he want to live or does he want to die. He has long since crossed the line from being young and reckless to being middle-aged and increasingly pathetic. It ain’t attractive Charlie. I suggest he make up his mind pretty damn fast because I feel his luck is quickly running out – and I would not be surprised if the obituaries have already been written.

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