This is my friend Larry. I met him at a dive bar in the West Village 14 days after I moved to NYC. He’s a 53 year old life-long activist and self-proclaimed “professional trouble-maker.” Last night after a series of depressing events with the dude, I ended up at that same dive bar where drunk New York Giants fan bros intermixed with the usual Spanish-speaking bar clientele. Larry was wine-drunk (the bar now just calls a glass of Yellow Tail Merlot the “Larry”) and started dancing with a young lady while singing Tom Jones out loud.  I couldn’t remember if I let my emotions get the best of me, so I texted Larry this morning. “Oh god, did I cry at the bar last night?”  “No,” he wrote back, “But if you did, it would have been okay.  Larry is my drunk guardian angel, which sounds kind of ineffective but somehow it just works. 
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This is my friend Larry. I met him at a dive bar in the West Village 14 days after I moved to NYC.

He’s a 53 year old life-long activist and self-proclaimed “professional trouble-maker.”

Last night after a series of depressing events with the dude, I ended up at that same dive bar where drunk New York Giants fan bros intermixed with the usual Spanish-speaking bar clientele. Larry was wine-drunk (the bar now just calls a glass of Yellow Tail Merlot the “Larry”) and started dancing with a young lady while singing Tom Jones out loud. 

I couldn’t remember if I let my emotions get the best of me, so I texted Larry this morning.

“Oh god, did I cry at the bar last night?” 

“No,” he wrote back, “But if you did, it would have been okay. 

Larry is my drunk guardian angel, which sounds kind of ineffective but somehow it just works. 

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