Oh how nobody wants to hear the truth. I strive for physical health at a local gym run by people determined to do the opposite. This group is a sad lot, tortuously addicted to ripping muscles and drinking, quick-fix supplement shakes. One fellow, Nick, smiles with fear, is puffed up with awkward bulk, and has blemishes all about his pale skin. When he speaks he seems like he’s crying. What a spiral he’s on (so it seems) desperate for an end, a maze of physical emptiness