Paul ran a petting zoo.
It was a really, really bad petting zoo.
Instead of fluffy and nice animals like goats and sheep, his petting zoo had cobras and porcupines.
And there was a big aquarium in the middle with sharks and electric eels.
And sea urchins, which are pretty much the porcupines of the sea.
Oh, and sting rays, too.
He’d invite schools to bring students to the petting zoo, and as the yellow buses filled the parking lot, he’d laugh.
“Come in, come in!” he’d say, grinning a wide smile.
Paul was a sick son of a bitch.