I dare not speak his name.
But, was that the oddball eccentric puffing wildly on a foot-long cigar in front of Starbucks yesterday, with ubiquitous Rolls Royce parked out front, screaming for attention?
I ran the other way, for fear he'd spy me, and claim to have had an affair!
Pssst!
He's known for an association with a certain Hungarian Bombshell prone to star in memorable Science Fiction low-budget clunkers like, Queen of Outer Space
