Paul loved the messenger life and embraced it. I miss my friend Paul -- he was one of the Golden Ones. I met Paul 1993. He was a motorcycle messenger for Special T and myself for Lightning. I was broke but working. He always said during conversations down at the Wall, just keep going; it's not that bad. He always helped me out if I needed a five spot. He was there if I was hungry; he always had a sandwich or some popcorn. Paul and I never stopped being friends after that. He worked for Red Hot for years after that as a loyal motorcycle messenger, and I am proud to know him. I wish my friend Paul was here today because I would tell you, "Thank you. I miss you," 757.