There were a couple things I knew I should not do. Don’t look at the cigar when you light it; instead, be checking out the room. And don’t look down at the stairs; instead, be checking out the crowd in the casino below. Either one would detract from the audience’s sense of a kind of bigger-than-life quality this character needed. So I lit the cigar, check. I started down the stairs as if I owned the place, check. And I tripped and fell in a less-than-bigger-than-life way.
