As a General Rule, I Travel Unarmed
"Do you have a gun?"
This is not, despite what you may have heard, a question that I normally get asked. Tonight, though, it's one that I got four times in the span of five minutes, which was so surprising the first time that I immediately responded with, "No, 'fraid I'm not packing heat tonight."
Weird question, no matter how you look at it. Although admittedly, there was a deer involved.
For some reason, said deer thought it would be a good idea to not only roam across a highway this evening, but to jump headfirst towards a speeding car, and that's a conflict from which there can be no winner.
Unlike my mother, who thought people had been siezed with the desire to go hunting after seeing the results of the collision, I knew why they wanted to know if I had a gun. I just don't get why they thought I'd have one, since I was leaning up against a Corolla with the Cheat on the window rather than a gunrack, which I'm not even sure they make for a four-door sedan. I guess my fellow motorists just assumed I'd have something with which to put the lousy car-wrecking bastard out of his misery.
And I did, but clubbing an animal to death with a Dungeon Master's Guide or a Legion of Super-Heroes Archive isn't nearly as easy as it looks.
Comics reviews as normal tomorrow.