"It was acid, acid, acid, acid, acid! we'd take it every day."

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Darby's mom looked like something out of a John Waters movie. When I was in that house there was shit piled everywhere, years worth of magazines you had to walk through. She was always in another room and she'd scream, 'What, are you drunk, again, you little bastard?!' She just wasn't around a lot, but when she was she barked and screamed a lot. She was a very bizarre woman, Avon collections that should be in the Guinness Book of World Records, weird shit, she's fuckin' weird, man. Darby kept his door locked, and a lot of his friends were just like totally scared of her. There was no regular furniture in her house. She used to have plastic lawn furniture in the living room, with inflated air pillows and water toys hanging from the ceiling. He was always trying to get me naked and playing this chicken game on acid. And then every so often his mom would barge in and growl 'Do you want some potato chips?' She was trying to be friendly, but like while on acid, naked with her son, with the two of us just figuring out that we're faggots, it was all too weird ...