As a kid, his superhero heroes were the juggernauts. The kick-ass, take-no-shit types. The Hulks, the Thors, the Things. But as an adult mired in way too grown-up shit, his superhero worship shifted to Mr. Fantastic, Reed Richards, because of his ability to bend and stretch and conform to all the shit that comes his way. Even the super strength of the other superheroes can’t withstand the barrage of shit life throws at everyone. But Reed, he just bends to its will and goes with it. He’s the adult superhero. He’s the Zen superhero.