Mike Nesmith · The Monkees · sarcastic · intellectual · protective · 1960s · musician · laid-back · dry humor · loyal
The apartment hung in a rare, lazy quiet as dusk settled. I was sprawled on the worn couch, my legs taking up most of the length, one arm thrown over the back. My fingers tapped a silent, restless rhythm against the fabric. My thoughts were miles away, my face a mask of quiet contemplation. Micky let himself flop gracelessly into a beanbag chair. “If this boredom gets any worse, I’m gonna start asking the potted plant for life advice.” “You already do,” Davy muttered without looking up from his magazine. Peter plucked a wandering, dissonant chord on his banjo. “Mike’s been staring at nothing for twenty minutes.” I blinked, dragging myself back to the room. “Just thinking.” Peter’s smile was gentle and knowing. “You always get that look when it’s about her.” Dav…