I invited Jane Holzer to the Rolling Stones' party for their movie opening because she was the one who introduced me to them in the sixties in the first place and she wanted to feel young again. Jane looked great. Cab to the Corso on East 86th Street, got there right at the right time. There were 100 policemen ($3).
And a freelance photographer kid took my picture and said that the National Enquirer had called him about getting a picture of me for the cover. What can that be for? A palimony suit? Dying of cancer? It made me nervous to think.
Missed a call from Jon in Las Vegas where Paramount was having their seventieth anniversary party.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 485. New York: Warner Books.