I wake up, but I keep my eyes closed...  I don't wanna wince in the light !  Cause even with closed eyes   my brain wants to show me  a firework flashing so bright !    My mouth is an ashtray,  there's vomit in my bed ! One of  the ten beers must have been bad !    My bathroom-light's broken  my toothpaste is gone;  this day seems to become big fun.    I feel rising anger and it comes to hate  as I slip on a dirt-covered plate.    I put on my jeans and head for the door  to go to the grocery-store...    This is when I met Paul !  ...and I punched him in the face !  he didn't understand at all...    the only reason was that he   just had been unfortunately  at the wrong time in the wrong place  and that's all!    I'd never seen him before  but that was meaningless to me  I watched him struggle and then fall,  I didn't know his name was Paul !    Somebody must have called the cops  ...and they didn't hesitate to arrest me instantly.  this was when my gigglin' stopped.    but then everything changed,  as one of the cops saw paul...  I felt totally strange  when I heard him call:  "Hey guys, be cool, let this man be, don't you see, this is Paul?!"  and the other two laughed ......and set me free.    From the day of this short story  in our hood Paul came to glory  as the loser of the week  he's the hitman in our street    every time you feel so shitty  in your self-constructed pity  feel like lost in endless masses  and you wanna kick some asses    Go outside and look for PAUL!  stop him, punch him, watch him fall !