Paul was always so optimistic and truly believed that you could make anything happen. Buy a house, make a movie and on and on. My fondest memories are of his laugh. He loved to enjoy life and his friends. One evening in the east village he told me to cross the street and he was going to walk on the other side of the street doing his angry black man walk and that I should watch how people moved out of his way. And they moved. Another time I asked him if he’d ever gone out dressed in identical outfits with a girlfriend. He told me that wasn’t the “playa way” so no. We were both wearing green pants and he told me the closest he’d ever come to matching an outfit with a woman was with me. When he began sentences with “I’m from the “D” you knew he was about to share an insight that was embedded in people who grew up in the same city. Before Paul I’d never met someone who referred to his guitar as an “axe” and a cigarette as a “square.” His highest praise was to tell you that you reminded him of his mother. There were so many ways that he made my life richer for having known him. I will miss that and I will miss him.