James Brown didn’t allow computer monitors in his home or office. He believed there were people on the other side, watching him...
Maybe he read too much George Orwell.
“And then, at the age of 52, Brown—who had been virtually drug-abstinent his whole life—took a bewildering swan-dive into the depths of drugged-out madness: he contracted a heavy and coarsening addiction to PCP (a.k.a. Angel Dust), a drug avoided by all but the most desperate street addicts. Even pre-PCP, Brown seems always to have been in motion, a multi-tasking blur for whom downtime was just a different form of work. This sudden and escalating intake of PCP meant his legendary testiness began to shade into genuine paranoia. He thought the trees on his estate had been co-opted by the FBI to capture his speech.”