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Gary Graham
reached for the phone and yanked it out of the wall and threw it out the closest window. That woke everyone in a hurry and they started moving after hearing the glass breaking. The only conflict was from two girls sleeping on the couch right by the window. All I knew was that they started to try to fight me, but I just tossed them to one side.
With the uninvited guests fleeing I suddenly encountered in the mix Sheryl Firestone, the tire heiress, a pretty little gal who hung around the local scene. Sheryl was saying, “Gary, Gary, let’s talk, let’s talk.” I turned to her and said, “I don’t need no fucking tires.” My comeback to Sheryl became a running joke in Hollywood and we laughed about that one for a long time. I saw Stella Stevens in the 1970s and she said there are many “Gary stories” out there, but the funniest one was the Firestone girl and the tires. People still laugh about that.
I was later told by Mickey that some of the people I had thrown out were allegedly Dennis Wilson of The Beach Boys and two girls who were part of the Manson family. When it was all over we decided to head on to San Francisco because we started thinking about how we would not like to be seeing the cops again and I damn sure was not paying any $6,000 phone bill.
It was at this point that Mickey departed our scene. He was not a part of the contract at the Off Broadway and I told him he could go, but it paid nothing. Not long after that, Mickey told me he was excited because of an audition he had just done for a television show and was pretty sure he had gotten the job. There wasn’t a name for it then, but that was the show that became The Monkees.
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