Saw this, from the LA Times' 'Ministry of Gossip,' on Daily Beast's 'Cheat Sheet' and very much wanted to share the pathos:
Charlie Sheen has quit Twitter. Gone. Finito. "Sorry, that page does not exist" ...
"reach for the stars everyone. dogspeed cadre. c out," the "Anger Management" star tweeted around midnight Thursday, captioning a picture shot out the front window of an airplane with a bottle of Tabasco sauce on its dash as it heads off into the wild blue yonder.
I like it. It approaches the Hunter Thompsonesque, the now self-deported soul of which once marveled about his mind-blowing experience of having sat in the takeoff cockpit of a 707 while juiced to the gills. Unforgettable, said Thompson, which I can well imagine, although the closest I've ever come is a severely altered state in coach.
Anyway, I guess this means it's Twitter curtains for Charlie, who leaves 8 million bereaved followers, with no place to go. Unless of course they wish to follow me.
I haven't a clue as to why they would, but then again, I also haven't a bloody clue as to how the likes of Charlie Sheen ever acquired 8 million followers.