We were young and we liked to have adventures, and New York was good for that. Some days we’d take the subway out to Coney Island or up through the Bronx—“for inspiration,” Nev would say—and he’d be chitchattering the whole way and strumming on that guitar, making up stories and lyrics about the people we saw. Or some days that meant he was third-wheeling it with me and Virgil around town. That was about as entertaining.
