And here, I hope we will begin an adventure. I’ve been calling the adventure “Green Ops.” This is adventure of mind, body, spirit and soul, through the ruthless capitalistic world of human society that we are a part of. Our path is not clear, but it is distinct.
My name is Jacob Bloom, I am 25 years old. I grew up in Davis CA, until I was 6, where I moved nearby but outside Davis city limits in a rural industrial agriculture area with individual suburban style homes popping up every here and there. We had 2 and a 1/2 acres and lived in between a horse barn and a dog kennel, and were 3 miles out from a college town with a population of 60,000 people.
My first word was ball, and for some reason, my parents used to fill my crib with balls when I was a baby. Oddly enough, today, I am obsessed with this thing called paintball, where on a given weekend day, I get to play with anywhere from 500 to 6000 balls.
Anyways, I got my first paintball gun because as a little kid, I was obsessed with guns. From making home made rubber ban guns to huge nerf gun and super soaker collections, I would take or make what ever I could get my hands on. My parents on the other hand, hated guns. (For some reason this always makes me think of the brainwashed children in George Orwell’s 1984.) To their devastation, one time I got to shoot up a bunch of plastic army men targets with a pretty high end b.b. gun at a neighbors house. The begging after that never stopped I am sure, for years. Then my immediate next door neighbor who lived at the horse barn got a paintball gun. The paintball guns looked ridiculous enough and somehow my parents caved. It was better than the cross bow compromise I had been offering for a while anyways.
I went through several crappy paintball guns from walmart and target before getting invited to a paintball birthday party when I was 12. My mind was blown. Nobody told me paintballs were meant for shooting people with!
So to test it out, my mom made me dress up in hockey goalie gear with a cheap plastic poncho over it and a paintball mask on, while my brother shot me. I had my arms out wide and the poncho draped over, and my brother missed my body but hit the poncho and the ball went straight through it on both sides. That freaked out my mom. Still, some how my brother and I got it figured out enough to have a little paintball skirmish in our front yard. I was hiding in a trench by some trees we were planting and he was hiding behind a small pile of 4″x4″s about 50 feet away…. he ended up shooting me right in the adams apple and boy did that fuck me up. Somehow though, I was hooked.
Several days later was the birthday party. We chronographed the guns we were using and my brothers was shooting at 330 fps! No wonder it fucked me up.
Up until this point I had imagined a world filled with paintball snipers, gillie suits, and military gear. What I showed up to at that field I had no idea was coming. People in motorcross power ranger styled suits and the craziest paintball firing mechanisms ever. The colors. The gear. The fast paced high intensity small fields. I was in awe. It was pretty traumatizing actually, but somehow I kept at it.