Acid for the Children: A Memoir

by Flea

Looking longingly at the silhouette left behind barren space that could have would have thrived all colorful and vibrant and an immaculate group of grays alive with all the gorgeous art created by him…………we only eyeballed a glimpse of an iceberg tip, the behemoth of a psychedelic glacier hidden for all time had those drugs not set off a fatal explosion in his full heart acid, weed, heroin, freebase, meth, cocaine, MDA, mushroomz, some weird opiates that you stuck up your ass, and whatever else we could get our hungry mitts on. it was damn fun and free for a while. until the heroin sucked everything dry. Learning, trying still, to not brutally flagellate myself. ’Cause as his unexpected death approached, I was unable to be there for him in a nurturing helpful way. I miserably watched him descend into the false Eden of junkiedom and didn’t think enough about his pain, but instead about what was important to ME.

About Hillel Slovak.