LOS ANGELES — Michael Hardy wanders into the bar at the Troubadour on a recent morning — last night was a long one, so he's wearing mirrored shades beneath his camo-print trucker hat — and catches sight of some heroic-looking scuzzbuckets on the wall.
"What's that say?" he asks, pointing a skull-ringed finger toward a framed flier advertising a Guns N' Roses gig at the Troubadour in the mid-1980s after one (or perhaps several) of the band's members just got out of rehab.
"'Fresh from detox,'" Hardy reads aloud. "God, that's f— awesome."
