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Celebrities in the Wild
How I Met Hulk Hogan
What I saw before the world decided who he was
In the late nineties, for about six months, I worked all around Florida changing over the signage after NationsBank merged with Bank of America. Nothing remarkable happened. It was just a job until one day I’ll never forget.
I was with my crew in Clearwater and sitting in the van in a shopping center parking lot. I noticed a man approaching a Harley-Davidson parked in a space across from us. He had tree-trunk legs and massive arms. I nudged my buddy and said, “Holy Hell, look at those legs. They’re fuckin’ huge!”
He shrugged it off. I couldn’t blame him, because who notices another man’s legs? But these weren’t legs. They were monuments.
I couldn’t help myself. I stuck my head out of the window and yelled, “I’m gonna pump you up!”
The other two guys froze. The man standing next to his Harley was enormous, and they were already calculating how badly we were about to get hurt. I was worried too, but somehow knew it would be fine. Especially when the guy turned around and laughed.
My jaw dropped. I KNEW this guy.
“Holy shit!” I squealed like a happy pig. “It’s Hulk Hogan!”
