Let's do this in the third person:
Paul is currently going to school to be an electrician. He has given most of his friends a nickname, whether they like it or not (just ask Vinman, Dumbass and Precious.) He has a particular fondness for Coors Light, which he claims is because of its cold, crisp taste (personally, I think it's because it gets him drunk.) He has a happy little place in his mind called Paulland, which is full of one way streets and cul de sacs. Supplies are air lifted in. Paul also has a soft spot in his heart for hatchback cars, which stems from his first car, a 1984 Chevette. He puts a parasol toothpick behind his ear, look over his shoulder, and call himself the rarest of all birds. Paul also enjoys interesting facial hair and using tenses of words that don't exist. He taught himself to whistle so he could do it while listening to "Wind of Change" by Scorpions. Every year Paul does the Christmas No Shave, which entails him shaving on Thanksgiving day and not shaving again until Christmas Eve. You can also be pretty sure that he hasn't seen that movie and he doesn't know him/her, no matter how many people have/do.
