Charlie Sheen told me, he just had a fishing accident and a shaved left hand.

This is how Charlie looked this morning. (It’s not my picture, you are never allowed to take one during these press junkets.) He looked like an old child. Really, that’ s the first thing I thought. An extremely entertaining, middle-aged child. Charlie apologised, he was a little weak, showing his bandage on his left hand. “Sorry, I got into a fishing accident, there is nothing worse than a shaved left hand.” Charlie sat down and lit a cigarette. “I hope there is no fire marshal in the room.” There was no fire marshal. From the third row he looked like DJ Fetisch, a famous DJ from Berlin, they have the same hair, “experience” and street smartness. (Charlie for example likes “prison wisdom,” to handle his own life better.) Everyone could ask Charlie about his show “Anger Management” and how Charlie likes to play a therapist on the show. A lady from Spain asked, if Charlie could control his anger these days. “No, impossible.” said Charlie feeling a little handicapped with a shaved left fish accident hand. What does he do when he is losing it? “Leave the room. That is my best advice.” It was my turn to ask and Charlie was convinced he knew me. He insisted we knew each other and put on his sunglasses. “My bad! I saw you before!” My chance to ask a touchy subject. “Charlie, why did you make this very long and boring movie with Roman Coppola, where you run around in a bathrobe and drive in a car with a fried egg on the door?” Charlie lost it. He freaked out, he could not manage the anger he felt regarding the “Coppola dude”. And he could not leave the room. There is no one funnier and smarter than a really angry Charlie Sheen and somehow you don’t want him to manage his anger, if possible never. When Charlie left the room I saw his boy shoulders. No work out. Tiny chest. No real danger. Just showbiz wisdom, thoughts and madness. What would we do without him?