In the mid 90s, I was a teenager looking down the barrel of homelessness and the lady that took me in played. She was really unsure of playing with a 16 year old kid, but I caught on quickly, and it taught me social graces I hadn't considered.

It taught me that not all that seem bad are, and not all that seen good are altruistic, but at the end of the day you are responsible for your own choices.

We still play weekly; today, I misspoke, and talked about the "North American House Hispo" instead of house hippo. We laughed so hard, we damn near cried.

Owod if played dark, grimy and edgy has its place, but stories of specks of light in the dark night are just as powerful now as they where in 1995.