It was in a group sex situation. A mutual friend by the name of Mike (not a celeb) contacted me, knowing I was always up to it. I arrived over on Patchin Place (a nearby street) and so did Larry. He saw a woman who he wanted, he however needed part one-which was something I did willingly. (a few seconds of giving his slimer an oral run) He proceeded to start off with the female, tired after a few minutes at which point I took over. Condoms were used so it wasn't anything nasty. However, as I had sex with her, I felt a pair of eyes watching. No big deal except he got a little closer and I could hear him breathing.
There were several other men and a few women as well and the evening proceeded nicely. About an hour in, as I rested, Mike told Larry about my limited success in the writing field. Larry then grimaced, got up and went into the next room and came back with his card. A week later I called, he commented on how he'd been impressed by my abilities, invited me to another sex party and that was how it started. Almost a year later, My Blueberry Nights came along and he got me onto the staff.
Larry can be seen wandering the streets of Greenwich Village (where the both of us live) often with his backpack on and a nervous look on his face. Lately he's developed a new look as he stopped shaving (coincided with the writers strike, but he's kept the beard and mustache). | 
