And now, here he is. He’s the quintessential New York player. He has the city’s architecture built directly into his style of play. He endures, and it isn’t romantic. It’s peppered with drugs and theft and jail time. But if there’s a fight to be had, you want him next to you. Phife, I love Starks as I love you, perhaps because both of you strike me as people I would want by my side if something were to go down that I didn’t know if I could find my way out of.
