Sometimes I Misunderstand How Meth Winds Up in My Bedroom, Too

Here’s poor Redmond O’Neal, being shamelessly hounded by the paparazzi as he goes on a grocery run. Redmond, you’ll recall, was arrested along with his father, Ryan O’Neal, early Wednesday morning, when the cops found meth on Redmond and in Ryan’s bedroom.

I do feel bad for the poor kid, who’s never done anything to put himself in the spotlight, trying to deal with these paparazzi assholes, but then he comes with this line: “It’s just a major misunderstanding. Life goes on, you know,” and later adds that “it happens to everyone.”

I totally hear that, Redmond. I’ve been in the same situation. I don’t smoke meth, either. But sometimes I pass out in my bathtub after three or four days of smoking crack, and I wake up two days later and all my crackhead friends are gone, and now there’s fucking meth in my bedroom. And I just stare at the shit, like, “This must be some sort of a misunderstanding.”

Best of luck to ya, kid.

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