March 1975, Pasadena, California.

Not long before the end of us, Rushki.

Listening to Derek and the Domino's.

I couldn’t get enough of Eric’s ‘Layla’.

You couldn’t understand my fascination until

you’d learned the story behind the song.

Then you couldn’t understand why a man

would scream at the stars, over a woman.

That’s when I ignored the first sign that I also

was destined to scream at the stars.