You're in a hedge behind what appears to be a middle-class suburban house complete with manicured lawn and a brick patio. Everything seems to have a specific place and order. You have only a driver's license and $20 in your wallet. Other than your wallet, the only thing in the pockets of your jeans is a green plastic kazoo. Your green tank top offers little protection from the cool air, and somewhat surprisingly your Croc-clad feet hardly feel the chill.