by Tom
So I would loiter goofily into Tim & Tony's room singing Daydream Believer with my Mike Nesmith hair swoop mingling with my left eyebrow, and there on that orange table, stacked next to the "stereo" turn table, I would find dangerous looking albums like Cream's Disraeli Gears and Taffic's Mr. Fantasy. This was not the Monkees - but I bet the Monkees wished it was.
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