Clint didn’t give a shit about the la-de-da Hollywood crowd, or the traditional stylish symbols. He drove an old pickup truck [despite having two Ferrari’s], and I never saw him wear anything but Levi’s, T-shirts, a windbreaker jacket, and tennis shoes. He was a health nut. He didn’t smoke but he could stow away plenty of beer, which he said was a health tonic. (His friend) Kitty’s girlfriends were crazy about him, not because he was so young and good-looking or a star but because he was kind, intelligent, and such a fun guy.