Walking along the checkout lines, you see that face everywhere on the magazines. It’s like being in a movie, seeing Charlie Sheen’s face plastered all over. Seriously. I feel like I’ve stepped into some weird picture where I’ve been taken hostage to a parallel universe. (For the record, I think being near a camera or a computer hastens his slide into oblivion.) How did I get here? More importantly, how did we all get here?