It was another late night at the sheen house as it always is on weekends. Once again charlie was enjoying life to the fullest along side two of his special friends. What once was an everyday occurrence had seemed to become a very uncommon thing to see happening at the Sheen residence.
Charlie was busy in the bathroom snorting a line of coke; his legs wobbled as he tried to stand up. After sometime he managed to lift himself up by the doorknob. The handle started to turn but it appeared to be moving away from Sheen as if it were running; then everything went dark.
Squinting at the ceiling as if he were a newborn just appearing from the womb. Slowly he stood up realizing with every waking moment that he had been passed out in the bath tub. Charlie starts to freak out, his blood pressure spikes as his mind recalls the wild night that he had woken up from.
Staggering out the bathroom door Sheen is greeted by a shocking sight. His house had been cleaned out. The walls bare, carpet stripped from the floorboards. All that was left behind was a note laying on the floor in the living room. He lifts it up and starts reading it as if it were Chinese, he takes his time but makes out what it says. "We have it all! Your furniture your cocaine and your women! Its over!"
He crawls to his room and jumps off his balcony he cannot bare to live without his one true love.