In 1994 I was living in West Covina, CA. Leslie and I went to Von's for a Ben & Jerry's run. I picked up a copy of Rolling Stone. Our cashier was positive that I was Courtney Love and told me how much he adored me. I told him I was not her. He was still convinced I was her and begged for my autograph. I finally gave in and grabbed a second copy of the magazine and gave him "my" autograph across "my" chest. I signed (my last name) with a heart because it seemed more celebrity like. The guy must have been stoned cuz I don't look a thing like her. Oh well, it might have been the high point of his year.