One bright, warm afternoon, Mike Nesmith, former Monkee and now musician in his own right, was walking along a sunny sidewalk in the middle of May. He walked by a newsstand and a particular magazine caught his eye. It was Billionaire Weekly and Nez was on the cover. He bought the magazine and read the article printed about him.

As he read, a very angrified look spread across his face. He called his agent and asked who gave permission for this magazine to write such a nasty, disturbing article about himself. His agent had no clue what Mike was referring to and nether did his management. No one knew of such a magazine or the article. He even brought it to everyone and they still didn't recognize it. Mike, noticing their headquarters was only a block or two away, took the initiative to walk over there and give them a piece of his mind.

When he got there, he came to an empty lot with nothing and no one occupying it. He double and triple checked the address and noticed he was in the right place, but there wasn't anything there. He was really mad by this time and didn't know what to do. He called the police and they never heard of such a magazine either, so he couldn't sue or get a new address.

He went back to where the newsstand was and it, too, was gone. He was greatly confused by this time. He sat on the curb and wondered what was going on. How did this happen? WHAT exactly happened? He was totally bewildered.

... Then he woke up.

THE END