“Whatever indiscretions I’ve had in my life, I’ve paid for them pretty good,” says Robert Evans, sitting in his elegant dining room in Beverly Hills. “To live the life I’ve led and still be here …” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Let’s just say, I’ve paid my car fare.”
Remind me to tell you about the very, very weird half hour I once spent with Evans in his suite at the Four Seasons.
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