Hard to believe it's been nearly 20 years now, but when I landed my first full-time job after returning to Phoenix from San Francisco, I worked with a guy who was like this. He had an entire bedroom in his house stacked floor to ceiling with firearms of various types. We weren't close; we seldom spoke, but he was a damn fine looking man and verily I lusted in my heart for him from the moment I came on board. All that disappeared after he proudly showed off photos of "collection."