sunshinecorp: All of you sharing your Brad Pitt stories inspired me to share mine, though I promised I would never mention it. But who would believe me anyway.
It was the fateful night that Old Man Henderson faced the dreaded Hastur and won. If you're not familiar with the story, look it up. If you are familiar with it and don't remember Brad Pitt being mentioned, it's because he wanted it that way.
Long story short, he saved me from an exploding building occupied by an otherworldly entity that was getting its arse kicked by Old Man Henderson (he was never given a first name).
Mr. Pitt was walking his dog (a melancholic dachshund) and noticed my distress immediately. With the help of his security team, he pulled me out of the building seconds before the fireworks began.
"Damn Elder Gods," he muttered and made me sign a non-disclosure agreement.
What a guy!
My step dad has a kooky friend that swears he got into a fist fight with Charles Bronson, as he put it, 'back during the Ponderosa days.' Personally, I think he busted a spring, but without being able to ask Mr Bronson for confirmation, I'll just have to take his word for it.
That story doesn't in any way involve Brad Pitt. Your story just made me feel the need to share one.