HOBO: Who would like to share their reflective essay first? Billy?



BILLY: When I think back, I realize Duck, Duck, Goose is a game of existential despair. There's no game master like in musical chairs. Instead, you're banished to the outside of the innercircle helplessly trying to outwit someone back in. God has forsaken us beyond the circle and will offer no help in redemption.



BILLY: It's like a game of make-pretend you're Lucifer in Purgatory.

MEGAN: My inner-child just took a bottle of sleeping pills.



