He was a good friend, supportive as I was going through some hell with personal relationships, as he was too. I remember the way he leaped into the air when he got the call that he got cast on Dallas and then leaped into my arms and knocked us both over, onto the dog, and we laughed and laughed. The thing is, I believed in him, and kinda feel I discovered him (pat myself on the back). I constantly encouraged him when he felt down, and reminded him that breaking into the business isn't easy. I knew it was going to take more than talent and drive; he'd need a lucky break, a serendipitous moment. He got that playing The Cowboy in Thelma & Louise.

He didn't have the body then that he had when I saw him in Thelma & Louise. Boy did I feel amazed and proud when I saw him do that.

Good story: Brad comes up to my bedroom one night and asks if I have a book to read. Duh? The house is filled with books. He wants something "scary." I give him one. Two weeks later, he returns it, saying he didn't care for it much. I remembered the title when, years later, I sat there watching him in the movie version. Yes, Interview With The Vampire.

No, I haven't heard from him in years. He got famous, and famous people have layers of people protecting them, I guess, from old friends. I wrote SNOW ANGEL because of him, and with him in mind. He said he would love to one day play the part of a pyscho like Ted Bundy, a great guy you'd never suspect of having such a dark side (he was always attracted to characters like that, thus Fight Club) and with that in mind, I created Matthew Hinson. Trouble was, by the time it was published, I couldn't even get it to someone to get Brad to read it. He'd become The Movie Star.

I miss him, for he was a terrific friend and almost felt like family (he spent his Thanksgivings with mine, and everyone in my family still tells people how Brad Pitt drove them in from the airport and stuff like that), but life goes on. It's strange to me that in every interview he's given and every silly biography of him that I've seen, he never mentions me or the 2 years he was with me. Some manager gets credit for putting him on ANOTHER WORLD. Odd. If someone knows the reason, let me know. Also curious: in the years he lived with me, he never once let anyone take his picture. All the family gatherings and pool parties and stuff that he was a major part of, he'd run the minute someone pulled out a camera. This from a guy who makes his living in front of cameras. Go figure.

People come into your life for various reasons, and some leave your life the same way. Some friendships last forever, others serve their purpose for only a short time. In the five or so years that I was close to Brad, I think we shared enough to know that it was important at that time, and valuable. I have great memories, I am glad I helped him, and I thank him for all the stuff he did for me. God love ya, Brad. You did what you set out to do. You have my respect.