Everyone tells me, “Your Charlie Sheen bashing blog is awesome!”
Fact: That was never the intention.
“Don’t Tell Me How To Ruin My Life” is the title of my autobiography. For fear of legal reprisal, “The Charlie Sheen Incident” was (ironically) the chapter I intended to omit!
You might be aware; I broke the “Charlie Sheen has HIV story” four days preceding Sheen’s announcement and mainstream media coverage. Some credit me with “forcing his hand”.
I’m not sure that is true, but clearly someone was listening.
Here is the Google Analytics to prove it:
Oddly enough, two weeks ago, this domain didn't exist….
I felt, the attacks in France (rightfully) took the spotlight from (arguably) the biggest entertainment story this decade.
Four years, I've known of Charlie's shenanigans. I've kept my mouth shut, but not to protect him. I have two friends, now mothers, who rely on Sheen's hush-money to feed their family.
When I published on 11/14/2015, I was immediately inundated with an onslaught of hacking attempts, calls from lawyers, and panic from those on Sheen's payroll to take it down. I never imagined it would get so big. I simply told my story, as legit as possible, so people had NO CHOICE but to believe it.
If they sue me: Then what? Do they want my $600 in the bank or my house in foreclosure?
A man with nothing has nothing to lose.
I was warned: “Charlie has lawyers who can do crazy things I didn't know lawyers could do!” Yeah, like paying blogs $10,000 per post to remove anything with a correlation between “Charlie Sheen” and “HIV”?
Had I known that, I would've published this blog four years ago, wrote one page per week containing the same headline and be a wealthy man now. I know search engines well, yet it was an enigma why my Google Alert for “Charlie Sheen HIV” never popped once in those 48 months.
Hindsight is 20/20.
This is the last I am going to touch on “the C-man”; unless something ultra-scandalous or revolting surfaces.
I'm sure it will.
Let's get back on topic: Who am I and why should you read anything I write?
People always told me I should write a book about my life. While I'm not famous, my life has been a bewildering series of highs-and-lows, bizarre consequences, and nearly unbelievable war stories.
My name is Jason Quinlan. I was born to a middle-class family on September 11, 1971, in Norwich, Connecticut. By trade, I am an Internet marketer with a specialty and search engine optimization. During my life I've worn many hats: Punk rock / metal icon, musical prodigy, tuberculosis survivor, lifelong atheist, Atlanta-curmudgeon-turned-Internet-millionaire, guitar shredder, adult affiliate program owner, drug dealer, accidental arsonist, computer geek, pornographer, penniless musician, Hollywood Hills millionaire, writer, whore-monger, world traveler, strip-club connoisseur, social / political commentator, convicted felon, modern-day Julius Caesar and best skim-boarder above the age of 12 in Southern California.
That's just what I can think of off the top my head.
I've been working on this book for a couple years. I found it daunting: Compiling, arranging and editing the words anything digestible. Coupled with the fact, when I had thought I'd composed my last chapter — more fucked up shit would happen! I gave up and decided to release the book one-chapter-at-a-time / in-no-particular-chronological-order on this blog.
The subject of my first official post is, unfortunately, something as relevant today as it was September 11, 2001.
Stay tuned for the first official chapter.