I was at a an afterparty on closing night of a Fiddler on the Roof production at the Kirshten home, camped in the attic apartment of La Kirsh's hipster brother Benny. I played the high constable... the only non singing part, because I can't fucking sing, and there was one violent scene where I clubbed Perchik the radical. Benny said he wanted to rush the stage and rip my throat out. It was just that good, and thanks to Mark Lipman for making the moment and taking the blow.
We were stoned in the attic, so the tension had subsided.