<div align="center">Paul<br/><br/>(http://oi51.tinypic.com/4iofma.jpg)</div><br/>He had finished his homework, read a good amount, cleaned his side of the dorm room and now Paul had settled down on his bed near the window and begun to leaf through his father's old bible. The book had been a gift for his graduation, it used to give the young man a load of comfort but more and more often it caused him turmoil. He found that his feelings and the world around him were beginning to contradict some of the answers the book and his father would give. Squinting his blue eyes at the words printed on the thin pages he felt a head ache coming on and finally put the book down.<br/><br/>Paul looked over to the other side of the room, left an empty mess by his roommate Dale, they never really spoke but Dale was always out partying. Turning his head and gazing down out the window he wondered to himself whether he should go out. If he did, what would he do? Where would he go? Who would hang out with him? He hadn't really made any friends at school, he found himself not really knowing who he was and therefore unable to really befriend anyone.<br/><br/>In a spur of the moment decision, Paul stood up and started to change out of his clothes. Tossing articles of clothing on to the bed to be dealt with at another time. He walked over to his closet in tight white briefs and quickly pulled on tight jeans, a white polo and a warm blue sweater. He decided that he would make himself get out of the room, walk right down the street and look for something to do. Look for someone to meet. Find a place to be and be in it. Why not? It was about time to figure himself out.