Didn't like that one? How about this one, where Charlie is poignantly, tragically immersed in a bottle of gin, drowning in his own drunken decadence. You are supposed to look at it and see the tragedy of alcohol abuse, then imagine how deep and sensitive I am to point it out to you. It's not as if poor Charlie were responsible for himself, for godsake. He is merely a victim of society. Boo hoo!
