Back in the early 60's when I was around 5, there was a family next door that had over 20 kids. With that many in the family, naturally they were poor. One day a couple of them that were a few years older than me called me between a couple of houses. They were eating paint chips off the side of house! "Try it", they said. "Tastes like potato chips". I did, and it wasn't my flavor. The now common potato chip was at that time a luxury item that they seldom got to partake of. Closest thing they probably got was the thin slices of fried taters that came with the daily beans. In time, one of those kids wound up with a plastic throat. Whether or not eating paint chips as a kid was the cause of that, I can't say.
"I have sworn upon the Altar of God, eternity hostility upon all forms of tyranny over the minds of man." - Thomas Jefferson