I first encountered Courtney Love on a warm evening last September at New York's Mercer Hotel, where the singer was staying while hunting for a new Manhattan apartment. She was scheduled to headline a large concert the next day to benefit the recovery community. Intrigued by the prospect of her performing for thousands of recovering addicts and drunks, I asked her if she'd agree to an interview about her hard-won sobriety. I arrived at the appointed hour to find her slumped over a table in the lobby, nursing a bottle of Stella.
"Who the fuck are you?" she snapped, as I approached her table, tape recorder in hand.
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