A new one for Pallet magazine tells the story of the cult leader and the saddest Beach Boy:
Wilson took off for a recording session, but when he returned at 3am there was a party going on. The women were still there, along with a dozen others, most of them listening raptly to a short bearded guy strumming a guitar. The guitarist came over to greet Wilson. He was slight, maybe 5’2″, but he walked with a predator’s gait. Something in his look—those pupils, wide and dark—gave Wilson pause.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
The little guy fixed him with a smile. “Do I look like I’m going to hurt you?”
That’s when Charles Manson knelt down and kissed Dennis Wilson’s feet.
(Illustration by Owen Davey.)