Robert Jr. got his drug addiction hand me downs from Robert Sr. who was a noteworthy sharer of recreational narcotics when Junior was just out of diapers. In due turn, Robert Jr.’s passed along the family proclivities to his son Indio, who got fucked with the addict gene as well as the name of a city in the desert where everybody goes to try peyote for the first time. Indio got popped with cocaine and a pipe in his car in the middle of the day in Hollywood. There are different levels of drug abuse. Smoking coke in your car on Santa Monica Boulevard in the middle of the afternoon is a level nine. You don’t need a scale for that, level nine is always shitty. Robert thanked the cops for picking up his son:
There is a lot of family support and understanding, and we’re all determined to rally behind him and help him become the man he’s capable of being. We’re grateful to the Sheriff’s department for their intervention, and believe Indio can be another recovery success story instead of a cautionary tale.
Wow, that’s a dark fucking cloud hovering over the rest of your life. Robert Jr. did overcome his own drug addiction after a quarter century of of arrests, prison, rehabs, and broken marriages. He finally kicked the habits with a hardcore daily regimen of Eastern martial arts and three gallons of fat free fro-yo. Now he’s making $25 million per Avengers flick. Without hope, we have nothing, save for the stash we hid in our trunk because we’re naturally skilled at this addict business.
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