So we didn’t have the money anymore for a proper wedding, but it was worse than that. There isn’t any loving, romantic way to put this: I told Bonnie we needed to get married so she couldn’t testify against me, and also so she could visit me if I landed in jail, which was looking like the way things were headed. I gave Bonnie a diamond engagement ring, and we were married by a minister who conducted weddings in his home in Woodland Hills.
