This is the thing that worries me about LDP:
I once went into a bar in Gramercy and saw a strikingly beautiful woman. We made eye contact and then she turned away quickly, in terror, like a reflex. There was no way I could have not known it was because of me.
Later in the night, she came over and explained that she saw me and thought I was this guy she'd met before who was a real creep to her. She asked me point blank if I knew a guy named Scott Doyle. I did not. This was good enough for her, because although she couldn't remember his name, he was "Scott Doyle's friend".
Now, what with Larry's old bandmate going by "Scotty Doyle" there is a chance, though a slight one...
"You know who you look like? Larry Da Perv".
Dat might be a little too much to take, dere.