Paul Lukas is a writer, photographer, musician, philospher, and suicidal human. He loves life, and hates it; in other words, he wishes he could live life on his terms, which would be to live off his art and not have to work at some lame-ass job, that there would be no wars, that the cost of living wouldn't be so high, that politicians actually did what they do in order to help people instead of themselves, that artists made as much money as atheletes, and that people still read books instead of watching TV 24/7. He's also a quirky fellow who has a difficult time relating to the average man and woman; isn't afraid to face reality; and is obsessed with controlling everything (which he obviously hasn't a chance in the world of doing, since he isn't God . . . if there is a god).