Dunno. But whatever it is, he's got it pretty sweet. Imagine the scene, you get on the train (He looks Indian, Those trains are always rammed to **** with people) so there's obviously not gonna be any seats. No problem for Ghandi here, haters gonna hate.
"Roll up, roll up, get the toy all the kids'll be wanting this Christmas! Get your Ghandi-hoppers here!"
Listen, sweetie. If you want to spend all day munching on cuban cigars and black cock, that's your problem. But I won't have you bringing that abominable **** into my household. Understood? Gooood. The above was an extract from Leeds-18's critically-acclaimed third film, 'A Betrayal in Guatemala'.