Wow, AT. That sure ain't the Portland I where I went to school. I thought everyone in Portland read books in Powell's and skated on bridges. Though there was some "Maury's Gun Rack" or something pretty close by, and they never fixed the bullet holes in the windows
Now my home town in Utah, however: I lived next to a junkyard/forest that must make for some amazing paintball. It's kinda surreal to go strolling around and spotting some dude in full camo skulking around... pop pop pop pop pop in the background...