This past weekend, I experienced the loss of a dear friend. Prior to going to a band concert on Saturday afternoon, I tore the sleeve of a blue (baby blue, if you will) striped shirt that I've probably had since before senior year of high school.
Not a crushing loss by any means, but mildly disappointing. Once I moved past the initial shock, the realization of what had occurred gradually dawned on me. Yes, friends. I, meek and nerdy Jeff Ingebritsen, am the Hulk II. Watch out, Edward Norton.
Just try to imagine the smile as a howl of rage and the arms being gigantic and aggressive rather than dorky and pre-teen. There you have it. Hulk II.