Acid for the Children: A Memoir

by Flea

She told me, “Twenty dollars for some head,” I nodded nervously and we drove off. She instructed me to make a right turn here a left turn there, and I realized I was scared to death. Once she was in the car, all the seductive mystery, all the fantasy, all the thinking about sex flew away and I was left in the close quarters of the yellow Rabbit with a hard, mean, tall, brutal, and imposing woman who knew I was a scared boy. I’d never thought it past the initial image of the erotic long legs bright orange skirt me getting my cock sucked part, and now I found myself with someone bossing me around and telling me where to drive. As we were headed farther away into the night, I was panicked, she leaned over to my side of the car, rubbing me through my pants, telling me what to do, I just wanted it to end and for her to go away, this went on and on for what seemed like hours; it was actually about ten minutes. Finally, she told me to pull over. It was the end of night and dawn was creeping in. We were in Hancock Park, an expensive residential area, parked in front of one of its nice big houses, which sat behind a huge manicured lawn, filled with a perfect, content, healthy, sleeping family that would soon awaken for nice big happy breakfast. She told me, “Gimme the twenty, let’s do it.” I was terrified, and nervously reached into my pocket for the hundred, wondering why I hadn’t thought to get change, wondering how I could get rid of her. I felt in the part of my pocket where th...

A story about getting a hooker once after getting $100 from his mom for graduation.