Oh Larry I can still hear the high-pitched whinning of your bass, which you can play with the well toned mastery endowed by a fine chellist...

I first made Larry's acquaintance while I was playing a game of Elvira pinball at 26 Mix. He kept talking to me and made me really nervous which totally blew my game. At first I was irked, because I hate wasting quarters. He amply made up for it though, by being one of those smart, interesting creative weirdos who seem kind of impossible. We drove all over SF together a bunch last summer, being random in the wee hours. He seemed highly amused by my quirks and self-destructive tendencies. All in all, he seems to observe the world as if he were filing a report for some far-off alien civilization, never quite at ease, always slightly more observant than you might expect. Summary: A loyal friend, and a snappy dresser.

He's humble and loveable just like TV's Underdog, too.

we dance together. we barbeque sausages together. we even clean his apartment so he can get his deposit back together. damnit if we aren't good friends.