I was back in L.A. for the second time in the same month. One of the hazards of being a freelance PR flack for Paramount. It was Friday night, and I was taking in a bit of dinner at a not-too-trendy West Hollywood nightspot, when River Phoenix walked in with a small entourage.
He and his friends chose a table not far from mine and, as he was waiting for those ahead of him to seat themselves, he looked around and caught my eye. Having worked with him only once before, several months earlier, I never expected that he Read more