Acid for the Children: A Memoir

by Flea

I was a member of a secret society that was incomprehensible to the square world. All that time in those rooms playing together, building the telepathic communication, it made everything else in the world feel paltry, shallow, and mundane. All the people who made fun of me and called me names at school, all the world where I felt so ill at ease, the cruelty of its ridiculous competition, none of it mattered anymore. I lived on a higher plane, a place where dreams, feelings, colors, and hopes were real and concrete. Like a cat, I walked light on my feet. I started going to the secondhand clothing store and buying weird old clothes to wear. I wore a burnt match in my pierced earhole. I had no sense of fashion or cool (never really did achieve that!) but I embraced my freakiness;