Some just ride into the sunset. The man who would be president, party animals of both kinds, the faux-front sage, the man who lent his name to India's messiest scam. Fame, like infamy, is a fickle thing.
Some just ride into the sunset. The man who would be president, party animals of both kinds, the faux-front sage, the man who lent his name to Indias messiest scam. Fame, like infamy, is a fickle thing.
