The Case of David Johansen: CAN we ever forgive him?

In the 1970s, the music world was desperately in need of an American frontman who looked and sounded like the bastard child of Mick Jagger and Tommy "Butch" Bond. A young fella named David Johansen stepped forward and filled that role by fronting The New York Dolls. They were never my cup of tea, but it's easy for me to see why some of the kids liked them. A decade later, Johansen resurfaced with a new alter ego: "Buster Poindexter." He proceeded to mock his former self and cut an assortment of some of the most painfully annoying party songs ever recorded, songs which would never have taken form nor reached such heights without the widespread cocaine abuse and selfishness which marked the 80s. For example... To his credit, Johansen has gone on record saying that even HE can no longer tolerate his song "Hot Hot Hot." And now, he is simply David Johansen once again and he is fronting a reincarnated New York Dolls, touring and recording new music. It's sort of like he was, say, a Nazi sympathizer, but now that the war is over, he is asking the world to look beyond his crimes against humanity. CAN you forgive him?