At one point I’m chilling on the third-floor patio with my Ray-Bans, Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, Keds, and a string of green, black, and pink plastic bracelets up and down my arms.  Kids try to schmooze me, dropping hints about parties they’ll never get invited to.

“There’s a huge bash in Aspen this weekend.  It’s definitely the place to be,” says a guy while passing a dime bag to a friend.

“If Jennifer’s going to be there, then definitely,” says a guy with spiked red hair, loud enough for me to hear.

I walk down the steps, blowing smoke in their faces.  “Little children,” I say, flicking my Marlboro Light at the guy with red hair.  “You have no idea what these parties are about.  Nothing’s happening in Aspen.  Robert Downey Jr. and I are kicking it here this weekend,” I say with a smile, fucking with them.

— Playground: A Childhood Lost At The Playboy Mansion, Jennifer Saginor