I've been in a strange twilight zone state all week watching hours of arm wrestling and having mantic fever dreams about it. It's penetrated my unconscious. This small world of men locked in a never ending round of competition with each other, and becoming, by the pressures of competition and financial reward, posthuman, with Neanderthal brow ridges and giant sausage fingers, livers exploding from drug abuse, bent out of shape by HGH and Testostorone supplements.