...I played paintball this weekend.
And it was awesome!
It's like living a shootout movie scene but without the inconvenience of dying or guilt of killing.
Even though it doesn't really hurt getting hit, it's enough to make you want to avoid being hit. Like when you find cover and all you hear is a barrage of paintballs hitting your cover and whizzing by your head, you really scream, "Fuck...I better move!" Getting hit stings for a split second, then it goes away. Of course, I was a first time player and was wearing an undershirt, a t-shirt and a long-sleeve tee. There were guys playing in beaters. I guess there were use to it.
But then again, there were those who were decked out in full army fatigues. Those guys were hardcore!
So, after playing once...I'm ready to play again. This time, I'm getting my own marker (or gun for those unfamiliar to the game). I saw this one marker that looked like an M16. That shit was ill. Might get it off eBay in a paintball package.
(don't worry, I'll make sure to carry the gun in the bag on the streets)