Wednesday, September 13, 2006


I had a dream last night where I was attending a dinner with Charlie Sheen. I remembered reading recently that Emilio Estevez had a child (which is actually true), so I congratulated Charlie on becoming an uncle. Hie eyes opened wide and his mouth went flat. He was angry -- fuming.

"What did I tell you? WHAT DID I TELL YOU! Don't ever mention my brother! Ever!"

He sat back in his chair, crossed his arms and stewed. And I felt stupid.