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To describe Paul Cowsill in a few words is easy. The words are "human perpetual motion machine." Paul is in motion constantly - taking, moving, fidgeting, gesturing, whatever.
He also falls into the category "All American Boy" though he's nowhere near as dull as that term has come to mean. He's alive, alert, curious and searching.
Of all The Cowsills, Paul just may the one who actually enjoys the whole thing the most. Life is a ball for him, if only because he takes little of it seriously.
He talks in spurts, non-stop. His words don't always come out in sentences and paragraphs — more likely in a string of semi-related phrases.
For example — "Let's start from the beginning," he spurts, when asked about himself. "I was small, very, very, very small, and fat. I don't remember being fat, because I can only remember back vhen I was six years old and I got my first baseball bat. But anyway, they say I was small and and they say I looked like Susan, but Susan wasn't even there, wasn't even thought of, like, so Susan must look like me instead of lme ooking like Susan."
Or, ask him about the future, you get something like this — "You see, I'm working now and later when I retire, when I'm like 21, you know, well I don't know if I'll really retire when I'm 21 but anyway I do want to go into professional ball 'cause baseball has small guys and big guys and in-between guys , but I will go into professional sports."
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Did you get that? Don't worry if you didn't. A lot of people around Paul spend a lot of time shaking their heads and trying to figure him out.
Paul was a bit bugged when people first began saying that he and Sajid Khan were close friends. He and Saj are the same age, go to the same school and have a few classes together, but they didn't really know each other at first. Now, however, they have become very close friends, so it no longer bugs Pauls—he just thought everyone was a little ahead of him.
Paul also gets a bit bugged at the "goody goody" image that people have built up of the Cowsills. He admits that they are basically good kids—they don't steal hubcaps or break windows in stores—but they are not saints.
"Like I stayed out all night one night and my dad really got sore, but I had a good time, a really good time staying out that night and I'll probably get in trouble for saying so but it's not that unusual for a 17-year-old guy to stay out all night and I enjoyed it so I'm willing to take the consequences, yeah I'm willing to take the consequences with Dad 'cause it was worth it."
Paul feels that most people don't really know him and he's probably right. He's a fast moving, complex individual. He's neither saint nor demon, neither genius nor moron. He's one of those fascinating in-between people who's just living his life to its fullest enjoyment and letting other people worry about trying to figure out who he is.
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