Charlie Sheen seems to be enjoying the new life he has resigned himself to. Well, sort of. He has clearly doesn't understand the Internet culture he has been courting with his antics. He recently hired 24/7 security for his home because one crazed netizen broke onto the grounds. Sheen should be asking himself the same question I did when it came to promoting Stress Puppy among the furries -- do you REALLY want people like this as your fanbase? In my case, the answer was, "No." I'm guessing Sheen hasn't reached that point yet.
The newest twist to the new Charlie Sheen Industries is some sort of live show tour. The "some sort of" is not me being snarky. Sheen is starting a live tour, "Charlie Sheen LIVE: My Violent Torpedo of Truth", starting in Detroit on April 2 and hitting the Chicago Theater on April 3. The descriptor on the Ticketmaster website only says, “Will there be mayhem? Will you ask questions? Will you laugh? Will you scream? Will you know the truth?" That's it. It could be Sheen explaining to us how 9/11 was done by the government (no joke, he really believes that and laid out his theory in a radio broadcast) or just saying "Winning!" for five minutes before leaving. Tickets for the shows sold out in 18 minutes, a record for Ticketmaster. And yet, no one really knows what the show is going to have or be about. It's kind of like those "surprise" packages you could order from Johnson Smith. You paid your money and had no clue what was coming. Key difference: Johnson Smith was fun, good stuff. This is Charlie Sheen we're talking about here.
I would like to point out this "tour" is only two stops. So far, I'm doing better with comic shows. Although demand is supposedly so high that he's considering adding other stops.
Every indie band in Chicago is pissed right now. They've been struggling for recognition, developing their talent, putting on good shows, and this dipshit decides to start a tour in big venues and sells out in 18 minutes. If you wonder why people say there is no justice in the world, this is part of it.
Huh? Me? April 3rd? Sorry, I have to wash my hair that night.