To Profile Charlie Sheen, ‘Newsweek’ Sent in a War Correspondent

We break away and scamper up the carpeted steps, ostensibly to grab a suitably warm addition for my ill-prepared outfit, the same as I wore the day before and have evidently slept in. The movie star scoops up my jacket without breaking stride, and we slam to a halt in one of the domain’s smaller en suites. We both take ruthless belts from a liquor bottle, laughing at ourselves in the wall-length mirror. “Quick, one more,” he says, thrusting the bottle. I drink and tell him to breathe, promising to be a source of calm today should he need to fix on one.