The exposure therapy part was definitely the most interesting part for me: licking dumpsters, hugging crazy homeless people (who then run away shrieking at invisible people), (very slightly) vandalizing cars, running a gauntlet of people holding knives... Not sure how much I got out of the previous sections, but the part starting here was fun:

> Onstage facing them stood Grayson, the mastermind of the night. This Grayson was a heady cocktail of signifiers garnished by an Indiana Jones–type hat he’d worn, I gathered, to all twenty-one Road to Recovery Tours to date.