Ranting about Charlie Sheen’s various and assorted excesses seems almost tawdry and expired, like yesterday’s news. Yawn…been there, done that…oh, it was hookers and blow AGAIN? Damn, dude…find a new shtick, willya? This one’s so 2008, knowhutimean??
Let’s be honest, though; if you or I had been caught trashing a hotel room that came equipped with a naked hooker…well, think about it for a nanosecond, kimosabe. You think that we wouldn’t be facing prosecution to the fullest extent of the law…and then some? Of course we would. Why? Because, silly; we aren’t the star of a long-running hit sitcom, and we don’t have the piles money necessary to be able to afford having top-flight lawyers on our speed dial who will drop everything and come rescue our sorry, coked-up asses at a moment’s notice.
Yes, it’s true; the rich really ARE different…they can afford a far better class of lawyers…and a far better class of hookers and blow.