While returning home from a trip to the college, to fill out paperwork and collect my belongings, my Step-Dad (who’s helping me with this depressing maneuver) decides to take a pit stop at a popular local sporting goods shop.

We found ourselves quickly wandering into the firearms section of the store and I noticed a major ideological rift between him and I.

He’s all like: “Barrels, caliber, magnum, blah, blah, blah.”

And I’m like: “Hey! This is the rifle that Max Brooks said would be good fighting zombies with!”, and “Is that a ‘Walther PPK? That is James Bond’s gun!”

It’s good to know that even in the worst of times I am still nerdcore.