In the Eyes of The Misfit A shirtless man wearing glasses is searched through an old pickup for an old time capsule that he had left long ago. He exited the car, and leaned on the hood of the old rusty old truck. The blood red sun was dying in the background behind him. Trees hover over him as giants. They protected him from the razor blade fragments of sunlight. One fragment of light found him through the thick foliage of trees, and landed home on his face. He raised his hand to the light as though he is going to catch it. As he did, he noticed a police cruiser approaching. He rolls over the hood, and sprawls to the ground beneath the archaic pick-up truck. There are leaves and dirt surrounding the man’s face, as though he is waiting