I lived in the back of a funeral home for 3 years during law school. Tiny room right above the embalming room and right next to the casket showroom. I'd hear the embalming machine whumping away all hours of the night when they would bring in a body. Sometimes there were as many as a dozen dead bodies in the building. And me. Alone.
So I bought a S&W K-frame. It was the only way I could sleep. While you can't stop a zombie attack, its common knowledge that a cylinder full of magnums to the forehead would slow a zombie down long enough for me to dive out a window. I'm serious. I've seen Dawn of the Dead, and Night of the Living Dead.
So the zombie thing got me into guns. Mostly checked out things at glocktalk.com. Own a dozen Glocks of all different flavors. Now I own just about everything that I could want in the range of handguns and long guns.
Then I got hooked on flashlights. Started buying
a few lights, and spent a lot of time at candlepowerforums. Still do. Always have at least 2 lights on me. Sometimes 3. Maybe its that fear of zombies thing. You can't fight a zombie in the dark if you can't see it.
On day I bought for myself a cheapy Gerber EZ Out Jr. Not a bad little folder, really. Used the heck out of it, and played with it even more. People who dig guns and lights eventually work there way into knives, though not necessarily in that order.
So in essence, I ended up here by way of law school and zombies. Strange how things work out. :thumbup: