The Yellow Door . . .

So I drove from northern California to Pasadena, not a short drive, spent the night in a hotel the night before and then went over, wanted to get there early so that it wasn't a moment when Ray's coffin was alone. ..... Well I was sent to a camp, a friend drove me down and pull up in front of the Big House and I was reading a book or something trying to pretend like this wasn't happening and I looked up and I said “No John, I've spent enough time in San Quentin to know ...