"I had about 20 different conspiracy theories. I painted the windows in my apartment black so ‘they’ couldn’t see in. One day, when I was about 90 pounds, a guy comes up to me . . . I’m searching in the bushes for clues about whatever they’re after me for. I’m in a cowboy hat and red lips. He hands me a muffin. He lives in my laundry basket. I’m thinking, he’s in on it.” Fergieinterpretation of your drug- induced delusion: Eat something
