It was in NYC on a not very busy road late at night and Donglover was outside with some of the other cast just to chat with fans. This was in 2009 I think so before he blew up in popularity. He talked to me and my friends for a little while and remembered me from when I went to a Derrick improv show a few years prior.

I was not in the least bit intoxicated but I guess the lack of sleep combined with talking to some of my favorite comedians gave me some kind of high. There was a group of college age guys, probably 10-15 of them, on the other side of the road drinking beer and being obnoxious. One of them threw a bottle into the street and it shattered.

In my infinite wisdom, I yelled at them, called them littering motherfuckers or words to that effect. They immediately started crossing the street to fuck my shit up. Donald steps in front of me and yells "he's drunk he didn't mean it!". They decided to turn around and continue on their way instead of kicking my ass. Donald turns around, grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me, saying "you can't say that shit here!"

I owe that man my life.