Acid for the Children: A Memoir

by Flea

All my life has been a search for my highest self and a journey to the depths of spirit. Too often distracted by the competitive world, and tripping over my own foolish ego feet, but driven by the beauty, I keep trying, and I stay the course, trying to let go and feel the truth of the moment.

The greatest fault of humankind belongs to those who think their view of what’s real is the only truth.

These hours spent with imaginary friends was god speaking to me, and if that’s all the god there is, that’s enough.

No explicit art ever hurt me. One notable exception. I saw The Exorcist as a preteen. Scared the holy fuck outta me.

Though the changes were weird and difficult, like all the challenges in my life, they served me in the long run.

In my desire to transcend normalcy, I would, on occasion, be thoughtless and disrespectful for years to come. Sometimes I said and did weird shit (pardon my pun) that ripped down walls, got a new conversation going, and helped me to shine a new light, but just as often I was nothing but an obnoxious, offensive jerk.

I’ve been insensitive and offensive to many human beings. For every act when I’ve made somebody feel bad, I’ve felt bad myself a hundred times over. Such is the way of the universe.