PaintBalled #1/42

The search for my place in this world began at a young age, when I found myself skipping school and venturing into the unknown with a group of older kids. We roamed the streets of the city, gathering paintballs from a deserted paintball field and eventually finding ourselves at a decrepit bar on the side of the highway. It was there that we were spotted by a passing driver, who alerted the authorities. We tried to evade capture by seeking refuge in the kitchen, but it was only a matter of time before we were caught and returned to my troubled single mother. She had given up my brother for adoption when I was just a toddler, and was consumed by a destructive addiction to cocaine. As I would l...View all