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| What can I say? Brad Pitt was a different guy when I knew him. We had some weird and wild times when we were touring Europe together. I snapped this photo in a sauna in Sweden. Brad was not the babe magnet that he is today. We stayed at cheap hostels, drank cheap beer, and picked up cheap women. Well, I picked up the chicks for the both of us. The best times we had were spent in Amsterdam. We saw the insides of many a coffee shop and puked in many a gutter. | |
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One of the big problems of hanging with Brad back then was that it was hard to keep him away from the red light district. The "HOs" would charge him double because they were afraid of being crushed then he would have no money for drinks or smoke. One night while chewing on grams of hash in a really sleezy dive he grabbed my hat and put it on his head. It was a bizarre hat with an arrow through it. I was so "f"ing wasted that I thought I was looking in a mirror and seeing myself. I thought, "Gee, I gotta cut back on the beer, I'm getting as fat as Brad." |
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