Guilty Sinner has a problem with his homeland. His homeland could have been some version of Orange County in the 1970s or the Bay Area of today. It's an inhospitable place, an emotional desert, where only economic victory is rewarded and where no excuses are allowed for failure. It's a humorless, grim world. Guilty Sinner must flee and become a refugee, scouring the world for some place to lay his head, some haven from the economic concentration camp that his homeland always was. He had been given a set of answers from which no deviation is allowed, but he has deviated anyway. He stumbles into a strange new land. He struggles to understand it. Maybe it's too good to be true.