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demoneyeskyo05
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| Nickname: |
demon_eyes_kyo
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| Level: | 9 |
| Registered: | 2006-06-12 21:07:43 |
| Latest Activity: | 2008-01-10 09:27:11 |
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| About Me: | It happens on a random Monday. Coming back from an event, late on a Sunday night. Right before you get on a plane, and you're about to be frisked for the third time. You're driving, youre flying, youre sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee, and trying to stay awake. You're explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. You're coming back to the other life, the life without paintball. Where no one understands why you do it. You're tired, youre working of little sleep and the question creeps up: why do i do this? why the travel, why the loses and missed work, the missed school, hours of practice and complaining girlfriend? Because the lure of living the paintball life is just too potent. It feels like you can live as loud as you want. Because i am a paintball player... |