His top is off, obviously, it’s the uniform of punk nowadays. The bassist is running across stage, flying around like a jumping Leprechaun. They ain’t leaving much on stage. Charlie Sheen wears a menacing smile throughout. He knows this is his moment. Not just tonight, but the past few years and the upcoming ones too. He’s in his element on stage, his spoken-word punk being shouted back at him word-for-word by a rowdy crowd. By the end, he’s bored of being on stage and decides to stand on-top of the crowd, on-top of the world. He’s their Messiah, and boy does he know it.
