I don’t watch a lot of comedy. For relaxation and escape, I watch shows about how people survive bear attacks. Or old episodes of Law and Order, the Benjamin Bratt/Jerry Orbach era. If I had a time machine, I’d go back and play a 20-year-old punk who set fire to a bakery, and have Jerry Orbach interrogate me. Yeah, I would be a smart-talking street youth, and Jerry Orbach would really dress me down and give me the business…. If it sounds dirty, I’m not meaning it to be.