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IF you believe in evolution, then you know that sometime after your 20's, or your 30's at the latest, you will begin to age. You might age badly. And you might age to the point where you, and those around you, wonder why you're not DEAD.

At this point, one of The Monkees actually IS dead. Another usually won't be caught dead in the company of the other two. He doesn't need the money, and he's a SERIOUS musician.

And so, that left two to turn up at the CHILLER show a few weeks ago.

Darwin's actual THEORY of evolution is that the fittest survive, and the race becomes stronger, smarter and more civilized. Uh, NO.

There's NO evidence of THAT at one of these MEMORABILIA shows.

What could Alice Cooper say to Dolenz? Maybe "Welcome to my Nightmare," a life of singing the old fucking hits whenever there's a booking, and turning up at MEMORABILIA shows to sign shit.

Say, Superman looks different when he's just walking over to his table. I guess he'll go into the bathroom and shave, and take off the hat, and put up the sign: "Will not pose with anyone dressed as Batman."

How pleasant can it be for a 60-something to come to a show only to appeal to other 60-somethings, including guys with just as badly dyed hair, just as worn-out facial features, and worse paunches (hello Bill Hoobastank).

Alice (and even Micky) at one time attracted prime pussy. Now? 60-something pussy...worn out and flabby or dry enough to need a swamp of Vaseline. Add to that drooping boobs, horrific make-up, and an odor that could be anything from Burger King fries to beer farts.

Mr. Tork is looking pretty wrinkled up these days, but his expression became much more twisted when he had to take $20 and a proposition from THIS ripe blobulent bint.

He looks like he's in hell, folks!