Playboy Interview: Donald Trump
March, 1990
Donald Trump sits alone. He hasn't slept in 48 hours.At six a.m., perched high in the bronze-coated jewel of his empire, Trump Tower, he's bent over a mammoth Brazilian-rosewood desk, scrutinizing spread sheets.No insomnia, no gnawing worries."Pressure," he surmises, sipping an iced Coke, "doesn't upset my sleep," a standard four hours nightly."I like throwing balls into the air--and I dream like a baby."Three hours later, blond hair marshaled, he announces, with st...
