Acid for the Children: A Memoir

by Flea

Peace and love, dude. The world is cruel enough as it is. Everything that is not love is cowardice.

I had a good sense of self, yet I was often inexplicably blue, reaching hard for camaraderie, love, and understanding. I was ready to get crazy to prove I was something real.

Nothing special about me, we’ve all got our own sacred place, but to access it, your mission must be pure and your aim true.