My Name is Charlie and I Don’t Think Right

Charlie is six years old when he first learns to take the edge off the day. Sniffing solvent fumes in the back of his dad’s truck. Thirty-six years later, he’s a self-made multi-millionaire, exhibited artist, absentee husband, father of four confused children and a drug addict and alcoholic. Now he’s spiralling downwards fast. The doctors have given him months to live. His wife is trying to get him sectioned. Mackenzie, his counsellor who has seen him through eight rehabs, has turned him away. She needs the bed for another alcoholic she thinks she can actually save. He flies to Miami for sunshine and AA; but Grey Goose, cocaine and a knife-wielding German woman seem a better idea. Charlie’s not a bad man; he’s a sick man. He’s never felt in sync with life. My Name is Charlie and I Don’t Think Right is the story of an alcoholic and addict. We like to think of it as a story of hope for the hopeless.