For the vast majority of the runtime, the only person on screen is Ty Hickson. This is a one-man show. Hickson delivers a performance that is equal parts manic Gollum and tragic Hamlet. He mutters to himself, dances to punk rock in his underwear, and injects mystery fluids into his thigh. When his only human connection—his cousin, Cortez (Amari Cheatom)—shows up with groceries, the audience feels the same sense of desperate relief that Sean does.