From birth Michael hasn’t belonged anywhere, and from birth no one has really liked him. At 17 he sets out to find himself and to find a place and people where he belongs. He tries drugs, rock and roll, but doesn’t belong. He travels across the United States and still nothing. He travels to Europe and through 20 countries, and while he makes some friends, he still doesn’t belong.
Michael doesn’t seem to fit into society nor any religion that he’s tried. He’s a happy and an optimistic guy for some reason, and every day he gets up expecting that this is going to be the day he finds someone or something that he fits into and belongs with. Will he find it? Will he finally find that he fits in with somebody or something? Will he find happiness and contentment?
