Reeling from the waft of the old age smell of some nasty comics. Marvel Comics' The Incredible Hulk to be precise. Issues 179, 180, 182, 183, 184 and 185 to be just so pedantic about it. That's right, no magical 181 in that lot. Just the famed cameo in 180, then the story picks up just after the full on debut issue of the Canuck.

A customer was kind enough to drop them by for the boys on the weekend. They had a hard time divvying up the goods. Naturally, referring to the guide on which half of the six was best taken to, taken to after the split.

Written by Len Wein, pencils by Herb Trimpe and inks by Jack Abel. The issues are both fairly fragile and rather stocky. Nice heft to them too. The stench like an invisible clouded punch right to the back of the brain. A percentage of the hit you'd be facing if you walk into a certain comic book store in the city.

Maybe this is right, and maybe you shouldn't dig your nose into the spine and crank up the olfactory vacuum for kicks. People do, and those people are the people you best leave alone.