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Paul Bergen was born in Outer Mongolia to sheepherders, who sold him to a travelling salesman. Paul grew up living inside a sample case, and his only toys as a child were a Ronco Pocket Fisherman and and a fine assortment of brushes. When he outgrew the sample case, Paul was thrust out into the world on his own. Early on, he displayed a predilection for dressing in women's clothing. Shunned by his peers, he retreated into his private obsessions, including his large collection of belly button lint, and learning to balance a carp on his nose. Musically, Paul was attracted to the sound of cats mating and large trucks downshifting on the highway, so he devoted his life to finding out exactly how to make those noises himself. After leaving *BNI, Paul became a bitter old man, constantly waving his cane and warning the neighborhood kids to stay off his lawn, and spending much of his time peeking through the blinds to see what that guy across the street was doing. Ever reclusive, Paul is rarely photographed, and never gives interviews, although he's been known to crank call politicians and leave obscene messages on their answering machines.
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