Larry used to be my neighbor in Venice, CA around 1994. He was a true character and very friendly. He was one of those guys that could sense if you were a good person or not and he'd treat you accordingly... if you seemed sketchy, he'd sort of "haze" you. He never did that to me though.
He was warm and friendly from the get-go and never represented himself as anything special. He was just a regular guy and I think he didn't realize how big of a star Resevoir Dogs made him.
First time I saw him, I was coming back from the store around the corner from my place near The Venice Boardwalk. There was an old guy just sitting on his beach cruiser on the sidewalk like he was lost in thought. I look up at him and he must have noticed my mouth had dropped open with recognition. Then "the face" spoke, "Hey kid, I'm Larry, I live right over there." I say, "I know who you are, you're "Nice Guy" Eddie's dad!" He seemed a little surprised, but continued, "Oh, you know me? Do you live around here?" I was like, "Yeah, you're a really good actor. I've seen some of your old movies too, my grandmother was a big fan. I live on the next street over." Then he goes, "You seem like a good kid... and your grandmother obviously has good taste. Anytime you wanna talk or need anything or if someone's bothering, you come right over and see me, alright?"
It was just one of those total Gangster moments. I'll never forget it. Anyways, he got to be friendly with my aunt and uncle. My uncle was French and, because Larry had some bad years as an actor and couldn't find work, he moved to France to make films for awhile. He spoke fluent French and liked talking to my uncle about France and the old days.
You hear all these stories about his bad side, but I never saw it. I'm not saying it wasn't there -- I've heard of some of the things that went on at his house -- but he was never anything but sweet and gentle towards me. Larry was just one of those old-school alcoholics with a split personality. I'm not sure if he was an angry drunk or one of those people who drinks to dull their angry side. So, the cheerful guy I knew may have been a product of self-medication Who knows? But I was glad to know him.