Yes, I have a “problem,” but it’s not the one all of you seem to think it is. By Josh Gordon Dear Sir Charles, Stephen A., Cris and other interested parties, Thank you for your recent outpouring of concern about my well being. In what has been a difficult time for my family, friends and fans, you — and those like you — have taken it upon yourselves to express just how much you care about me and my future. For that, I am truly appreciative. The thing is, though, you don’t even know me. Chuck, you have never so much as shook my hand, let alone exchanged a single word with me. Few of you have, to be honest. Respectfully, your worry over my “problems” with substance abuse and my twisting descent into darkness and, apparently, my impending death, is misplaced — mostly because you have very little idea what you are talking about. None of you do, even those of you who seem curiously obsessed with the goings-on in my life: Read the Rest of the letter here.