Date of Entry: 10/29/06

This has been a bad week for me. First I cut my finger, then I get my paintball gun stolen. Instead of retelling the story again, I'll just copy and paste it from another person I sent it to. My stomach hurts too. Oh what the hell, I'll retype the whole thing so I can add more detail. Well, my friend came over yesterday, and today (Sunday) we played paintball. Then we ran out of balls and I couldn't get more, but then I got lucky and found some hidden away. So we went back out to play. We walked through a stream and our pants got dirty. We saw a woman, and she told us a playground that we could paintball on, because no one ever went there. We went there. My friend said he wanted to change his pants, so I went back to my house and changed my pants and brought him some pants.

I get back, he's yelling "Emergency!" I come down, he's called 911 and is talking to a cop about how some kids stole the paintball guns. I asked how the hell it happened, and he said they asked for one shot, and they looked scary so he let them take it. Then they pointed the guns at him and said that if he didn't let them go he'd have problems, and he told them to give it back but they didn't. Then they ran away into a forest. A cop came and I told him what my friend told me, and there was another kid there, a 5th grader who was a witness, and he told the cop where the people ran off to. The cop investigated but didn't find anything. He gave me and my friend a pamphlet about victim rights and drove us back to my house. I hope the cops catch the guys, mainly so I can get my gun back and get restitution. I can get extra money for saying I had emotional trauma, which is kind of true... kinda.