Based on the movie Scarface. Tony Montana doesn’t get shot at the end of Scarface. He ends up shooting all the gang and getting away with it. 20 years later he is a retired drug lord. However he becomes a little too relaxed about his drug taking; he gets caught using cocaine at a resort. He has to attend rehab as part of his rehabilitation, where he meets another interesting character. Charlie Sheen. 

They sit in a dull, grey room, on generic fold out chairs. Some of them looking around at each other, trying to catch some sort of unspoken connection.  Some of them look down, anxiously, shuffling their feet, and awkwardly repositioning their arms. 

“Tony why don't you introduce yourself to the group?”

Tony stands up. He’s short but he has that small man, big ego persona. Like a little bulldog bred for fighting.  

“This guy can’t be serious; he must be trying to fuck with me.  He thinks he is a somebody. I tell you he aint a nobody.” He spits with a thick Cuban accent. “ This is not how I, Tony Montana, is supposed  to be going down,  sitting around with a bunch of fucks in this shit hole. Who the fuck is the slimy pseudo-shrink, telling me I have a problem.  Me, Tony Montana has a problem?” He pauses, the violently gestures to the counsellor. “I’ll show him what a fucking probliem is. Why i am here today? Cause Im Tony Montana and I live my fucking life and mine my own fucking business.  What he want me to do? Cry because I lost my family, sob like a little fucking girl! I ain’t need nobody my whole life. I aint got a problem.” He sits back down and mumbles “Actually I do got a problem, my problem is I ain’t got no fucking yeyo.”

He looks around for some sort of reaction, but the counsellor only gives a smug smile. Tony looks to the man next to him. He has a pink pigment to his skin and is wearing a bucket hat. He has deep set wrinkles under his strung out eyes.

“Would you like to introduce yourself to the group?”

He lights his cigarette before he clears his throat. He speaks fast, as if there is no bottleneck slowing down the process between his thoughts and his dialogue. 

“ Hahaha, I think we all know who I am right, I mean we all know I’m a rock star, shaman, voodoo, warrior.” (With this he does some sort of odd hand gesture, resembling spirit fingers).   “Enlightening the commoners. Why don't you tell us who you are?” He asks with a scary intensity, before shrugging his shoulders, “You know what I mean though right?”. He then stares at the counsellor, waiting for some sort of reaction.  

Tony looks across to this guy, some Hollywood actor chump who looks like he has been hitting it hard for the last decade.  He looks like he might be on something, although Tony has no idea how he would have snuck it into rehab. He had tried himself but with the security entering this centre, he may as well have been trying to sneak a bomb onto Air Force One. 

The rest of the group go around introducing themselves to each other.  “Blah blah, my journey started when I was a little boy… and my father left…” 

The only thing Tony was interested in was whether or not he could score anything off this Charlie guy who seemed to be pranging out like a maniac. Laughing at the other patients as they revealed up the ghosts from their pasts. 

This process seemed to drag on and on. 

Later on when they are outside Tony goes to sit with Charlie to have a cigarette. 

“Hey what’s the deal with you man? You got something I can score, you know a little coke? I got some cash man; don't worry about the money.  If you can sort out something I will not worry about the price, me, I just need some fucking yeyo to handle this shit”

“Are you serious man? Do I have any drugs? I am a drug.  I’m Charlie sheen, you couldn't handle this” He gestures at himself. “It’s too much for other people man, they don't understand I’m different, I have a different brain, my thoughts are drugs.   I’m on a drug called the truth. It’s like a beautiful potion that only I can live on. I’m like a tiger taking on the mind of a dragon, breathing fire in my heart.”

“I ain’t talking to you; you are crazy, fucked in the head like the rest of these fuckers.”

Tony put his head in hands. 

“ Tony Montana man. TONY MONTANA.”