Category: Paintball

Day 17: “Whatever, dude”
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Yeah, I know. I’m supposed to be writing something new and interesting for every day of February. Most days, I’ve tried my best, but I’m just not feeling it today. It’s a Sunday, and I’m tired of coming up with clever ways to repeat myself. One of the many hazards of living life as a creative person is repeating yourself one too many times. As a would-be writer, I am painfully aware of the fact that I only have so many “moves” in my arsenal of clever quips, awesome observations, and some other such alliterative phrases related to writing.

The smell of gasoline, cigarette smoke, stagnant water, dirt, sweat, and old curdled paint — it all mingles with the sound of shouts, rapid-fire thuds on inflatable cushions of air, and people geeking out on tournaments, technique, and tech. This is Wednesday night paintball. I think I’m in love.