Kid Cudi is one fucked-up dude. This is not Web-lurking speculation. It's been the rapper's ongoing, on-the-record confession since he proclaimed, almost jauntily, "I'm looking for a substance to drown in," on the first song, "Down & Out," on his first mixtape, 2008's stoner picaresque
A Kid Named Cudi. Last year's ambitious, if unfocused, official debut,
Man on the Moon: The End of Day, reeled with references to "night terrors," compulsive drug use, and his deceased father. "A happy ending would be slitting my throat," he mused.