[ WP ] You are a lost musician in a neon lit city . Describe your experiences and people you come across .

I ca n't say this is the first time I've awoken in an apartment I did n't recognize to see a beautiful naked girl laying next to me. Hell, it probably wo n't be the last. That's alright. I walked up to the fridge and helped myself to a glass of orange juice. Apparently she liked it with pulp, just like me. That made me smile. After I got my clothes back on and found my guitar, I wrote a note with my number on it. Then, I left. 
 
 When I left though, for the first time, I was in a part of the city I did n't recognize. It felt like the red light district, except sadder. There was not a single smiling face, not even the children smiled. Everyone was sullen. I was n't too find of sadness, so I decided to do what I always did when I was sad: smoke some weed, and find somewhere to get some food. After I had finished my bowl I asked a homeless person where the nearest diner was. He looked at me, with a confused look on his face. Then he said, `` You think I eat at diners too often? There's a Burger King nearby, but that's all I got for ya.'' I could n't help but laugh. This made the guy more angry. `` Oh and now you're laughing at me, you asshole.'' 
 
 `` Tell you what.'' I said, between giggles. `` I'm just a bit high and want some food. If you can bring me to the nearest restaurant, the food is on me.'' He looked at me just as a dog looks at his owner. Pure admiration. Then he said, `` Alright pretty boy, but you got ta also throw in a pack of smokes.'' I obliged and we were off. Within a few minutes we arrived at a place that looked nice enough. When the hostess saw the man, she said, `` Sir, we have told you that unless you order some --'' I cut her off, `` Relax, his food is on me.'' She was stunned. Actually though, she really could n't understand. I had to say it again for her to fully comprehend what was going on. She then sat us at a table, and poured us both a cup of coffee. 
 
 Across from us was an old couple. When I looked over there, I expected to see at least one of them smiling, but both were just looking into their food with remorse written all over their faces. I asked the homeless man, `` Hey, what's your name?'' He told me his name was Gregory. `` So Gregory, why is everyone so damn sad around here?'' This confused him. He really did n't get it. `` Boy you must really not be from around here. Do you know what city you're in?'' I scratched my head. `` San Pasco is the name. Though we are within the U.S.A borders, we are actually a Cuban province. We all consider ourselves Americans, but in the end, that does n't matter.'' He was interrupted by the waiter taking our order. 
 
 `` Anyways,'' he resumed, `` we have monthly quotas for oil production for those bastards. For every hundred gallons we are short they kill a random citizen. Last month we lost a four year old kid.'' I was petrified. I had no idea this even existed. `` How is this possible? Why is n't the American public aware of this.'' He laughed. `` You know, America feeds you lots of propaganda. More than you know.'' Suddenly, there was one more sad person in the city. Even though I was high, I could n't help but just be sad. When our food arrived we ate in silence. When we finished he said, `` Tomorrow's the end of the month. We are estimated to be 200 gallons short.'' I started to take some money out for the bill, but suddenly felt my phone vibrating. I answered. 
 
 `` Cam, it's me, the girl.'' I kept listening. `` You should probably get home. If you're caught here you'll be put to work. Bribe the border guards, then never speak of this place again. Ok?'' I took a deep breath. `` Ok,'' I said. That was the first time I had lied since I was a kid. This was just too god damn sad to not tell anyone about.
