When Arturo Escobar was young, he dreamed of a better life for himself and for his family.  But it was 1932 and Sacramento was still a tough town for a fancy man.  Arturo’s father was a simple but proud small-town gigolo and was constantly out of work, while his mother piously sold used chicken wire to humorless circus folk.  One day a great passion came over Arturo.  He ran outside to the scrap-heap that was his backyard and playground, flung open his arms with head tilted back and screamed to the heavens, "Oh God, why me?" And so it was that Cuba Las Vegas came to be.