If I had my own reality docudrama ‘On the Road with Rohin,’
would you watch? Basically it could entail me going on pointless road trips with D-list celebrities. I ask the “hard-hitting” questions and then their publicists, furious for whatever personal reasons, cut my brakes. Then, in my trusty broken-down Ford Focus, I plummet to my doom at the bottom of a lake or into a Tim Horton’s.
