By then, Clapton had already lived more lives than most men could endure. He’d clawed his way through heroin addiction, nearly destroyed himself with alcohol, and outlived some of his closest friends—Jimi Hendrix, Duane Allman, Stevie Ray Vaughan—each a legend swallowed by their own brilliance and demons. But somehow, Clapton had survived. In 1987, he got sober. A year earlier, he’d been given something worth living for: his son, Conor.
