Acid for the Children: A Memoir

by Flea

Tripping our brains out on acid at my house one evening when my parents were out of town, we decided to go throw eggs at a kid from school we didn’t like. He was just a normal dorky kid, but we felt like he thought we were weird, and that he looked down his nose at us. The kid lived about five blocks from me. We decided to get stark naked and paint designs on our bodies with my mom’s lipstick. We set out into the Hollywood night wearing only the bright red lipstick, our hands clutching eggs. We ran down the street, covering the blocks, laughing our heads off, and approached our target’s home. We rang the doorbell, standing there naked, ready to throw the eggs at whoever answered the door THIS’LL FIX ’EM FOR THINKING WE’RE WEIRD! No one answered, so we ran back to my house, people shouting things at us in the street, we might have thrown the eggs at some random passersby, I can’t remember. It’s a wild feeling when you get a few blocks away from home, in the city, naked. We just didn’t give a fuck.