To call Bobby Brown’s new memoir "revealing" would be a severe understatement. In the new book, titled Every Little Step: My Story, the 47-year-old drops some revealing details about his most memorable sexual encounters, like the times he supposedly slept with Madonna, Janet Jackson, a little person, and a ghost. Yes, a ghost. But it turns out that all those anecdotes were just the tip of this bat-shit crazy iceberg. As pointed out by Uproxx, Brown’s memoir also includes a story about the time he cooked fried chicken with cocaine… at the age of 10.

Here’s an abbreviated version of the event: When he was a child, Brown was unaware that his mother sold cocaine in order to support the family. One day, while his parents were away, he decided he’d cook dinner for his mother, who taught him how to cook fried chicken. So he went to the kitchen, took out the poultry from the refrigerator, and went to the freezer to get a bag of flour—or what he thought was flour. The bag was actually filled with cocaine, which Brown used to cover the chicken before frying it.

So I decided to use the large bag of flour I found in the freezer to make some fried chicken. I got the chicken parts out of the refrigerator and covered a bunch of pieces in the flour. Then I dropped them in a pan of sizzling oil. I was 10. So I didn’t realize the strangely pungent smell emanating from the pan. When the chicken pieces were nice and brown, I figured I was done. After I had taken a few bites and feeling weirder with each bite, my mother walked in the door. At first she was smiling at the idea that her little Bobby had made dinner. Then her gaze swept across the kitchen as she got hit with the full brunt of the scene, the smell, the mess, the powder. With horror, she realized what I had done. I fried chicken in her cocaine — a radical new addition to the family’s culinary offerings. Cocaine chicken.

In the book, he insists his mother never explained that he had used cocaine to make the meal, but he was able to figure it out eventually.

"It wasn’t until months later that I truly understood what was going on in my home," he wrote.