Once in awhile, the stars align just right and a new misfit is presented to me at The Wicked Monk (usually on a Sunday night). Past misfits include "fat Kim", who was 300 pounds, long blonde hair, trailer trash, would get buck naked and dance to Destiny's Child and Brittney Spears. Her dances included backflips, handstands, chairs, ect. Then there was "J.Lo" this crazy Peurto Rican women who had 30 personalities, they'd change every 5 minutes, drastically. Then there was Maureen, an elderly lunatic that resides at the South Beach Mental Institution in SI, on Sundays she would be let out for a few hours. Where would she go? On a bus, to the Wicked Monk.

But None of these misfits compare to Paul...