Flea

He was playing jazz music, you know, he dressed like a hippie, he wore dashikis, and he was like, cool man, far out, yeah, dig this Cannonball Adderley record, you know.

And it was really exciting for me as a kid.

And also, like, the rules went away.

Like, all of a sudden, I would get up in the morning, go out in the street, no one asked where I was going.

I went and did whatever I wanted all day long, so...

There's freedom in that, but also a lot of troubles in that because you're getting in trouble because there's no rules.

And you're kind of left to figure things out on your own.

But it turned ugly with my stepfather.

He was a drug abuser.

He was an addict.

He was an alcoholic.

And he was prone to these wild fits of violence where something would set him off and he would just like start destroying the house, smashing all the windows, breaking everything.

Everyone like begging him to stop, you know, kids being terrified.

We would run out in the street.

You know, and it grew violent and his violence extended to, you know, to us, even though he never hit me or beat me.

But it got bad with my mother and, you know, and with my sister.

He beat both of them?

He did.

He did.

That's a good question, but I don't remember really feeling that way.