Robert Downey Jr. Has Released A Statement About Son’s Cocaine Arrest

Keeping your kids off hard drugs is difficult enough when you’re some Joe Cheesesnack from Turdsville, Nowhere, so imagine how hard it must be when you’re a fabulously rich and famous actor in Hollywood with some famous drug problems of your own. That’s the reality Robert Downey Jr. faced over the weekend, when his 20-year-old son, Indio, was arrested for cocaine possession in West Hollywood.

Robert Downey Jr.’s son was arrested for cocaine possession in West Hollywood Sunday afternoon … law enforcement sources tell TMZ.
We’re told Indio Downey was a passenger in a car at around 2 PM PT when cops drove up along side the vehicle and noticed the passenger was smoking something out of a pipe.
An L.A. County Sheriff’s deputy pulled the car over, did a search and allegedly found cocaine in Indio’s possession. He was arrested and taken to jail for possession of cocaine.

Grant you I’m not father of the year and I can’t even keep plants alive, but if I was giving Robert Downey Jr. Jr. advice, it’d be something along the lines of “Hey, dummy, if you’re going to do coke, at least don’t carry it. You’re Robert Downey Jr.’s son and you’re in West Hollywood, I’m pretty sure someone will offer you coke.”

Anyway, Robert Downey Jr., who almost always manages to seem like a pretty great person, released a statement on the matter:

“Unfortunately there’s a genetic component to addiction and Indio has likely inherited it. Also, 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.”
Downey adds … “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.”

Well, you can’t say it much better than that. Best of luck to them both. If I ever catch my son with cocaine, I’m going to make him snort the entire bag so he learns his lesson.

On a serious note, I still remember the conversation I had with my dad when he was driving me home from my first summer at college. “C’mon, don’t be a pussy,” he said, handing me a joint from the driver’s seat. That was an important lesson.