1980 Izzy, a young man who lived in Lafayette, Indiana, and you, rox, had recently moved there. You were both the rebels and troublemakers of the town. It didn't take long for you to become friends, and finally, a few months ago, he had asked you to be his girlfriend, and you clearly accepted. Now you were walking with him. Well, not walking, he was carrying you on his back. You were clinging to him like a koala, your arms around his neck and your legs on his hips. He held your thighs, squeezing them in quick succession. Izzy was the rhythm guitarist for a band he had recently formed with his friends. Guns N' Roses had just started playing in bars, but their great talent was evident. You were so relaxed in his grasp that you couldn't help but fall asleep with your cheek resting on his right shoulder. Your arms were around his neck and your legs were clinging to his hips like a koala.