I went to a thing called Burning Man. Burning Man is this huge festival that is out in the desert, and I went with my dad and my brother. And right when I got there, some friends of friends showed up. “Hey, how you guys doing?” And they were like, “Hey, want some of this?” And I was like, “What is that?” And they went [sound of giving acid dose] put it in my mouth, and then he’s like, “That’s liquid acid!” And I did take acid once when I was in high school, and had a very rough time with it. I was not prepared. And it was like, “[High-pitched squeal] It’s too late! You already put it in my mouth and then you told me what it was! That’s not fair!”

And so now I’m at this thing called Burning Man and somebody has just given me acid, and I’m like, “Alright, I’m going to be okay, I’m gonna be okay.” But he gave me, apparently, a lot of acid. And I was not okay. I really didn’t like it. I didn’t want to be on acid.

Luckily, my dad was there. And I used to sleep in my dad’s guitar case, and he used to sing to me all the time. And I made my dad — I just crawled up in my sleeping bag and was just holding on to reality by a very, very thin thread, and the only thing keeping me from thinking that I was going to lose my mind was my dad singing to me outside my tent. So he had to sit outside my tent. This was like, seven, eight years ago - I mean, no, like ten years ago - not too long ago. I was an adult! In my late twenties! And I’m like, [high-pitched hysterical voice] “Dad? You gotta keep singing! It’s the only thing that’s keepin’ me here right now! You gotta stay here!” So he was like singing to me for hours and hours. But I learned a valuable lesson about Burning Man and things that people put in your mouth there!