There are times when the truth is so repulsive you feel sick. You feel dirty, like you want to scrub yourself with a steel brush, outside and inside. There are times where it feels like it would be better not ...

He wraps his hands in white gauze over the ink that snakes up his arms. His knuckles are carefully padded, gently, gingerly, while the music in his headphones blocks out the noise, the roar of thousands who are either chanting ...