K.B.—The Precise Location To Scatter My Ashes.

No, I am not joking! Telegraph Avenue, Berkeley. When I was a kid, the Hells Angels would line up their choppers in front of the Med. Next door, to the left in the picture was the Blue Cue, a billiards parlor where some serious games were played. To the right was Pepe’s Pizza, where the Angels hang out and some serious pizza was eaten. The Med was owned by a Sicilian named Johnny. Nobody dared deal drugs on the premises. The sidewalk was another mather.

Donovan—Cutting Out