How I Invented Playboy
January, 1984
Late one night in Greenwich Village, early in the Fifties, there was a scratching at my door. When I opened it, a bedraggled, sodden specimen of what once had probably been a decent young middle-class man fell into my apartment babbling incoherently about needing money for a magazine. I thought, of course, that he wanted to buy Time or Newsweek to catch up on the news. Since that seemed like a nice thing for a man who was so down and out to want to do, I gave him 45 cents for a magazine and an e...
