By agmoore on Skatehive
Stan Shebs. CC 3.0 license Is He Lying? “They’ve got brothels. That’s where the Chicken Ranch is, in Pahrump.” Bruce offered this information as he swerved to avoid a lizard in the road. The excursion to Pahrump had been Bruce’s idea, as had been their choice of Vegas as the locale for their wedding, eleven years before. A lot had changed in those eleven years. Doris realized, not everything wrong with their marriage was Bruce’s fault. While it was a fact that Bruce was remote, even unaware of his surroundings, Doris was unusually sensitive, definitely high strung. She had told him, when he asked her to be his wife, “I can’t. I’m not wired like other people." Bruce didn't listen. “I don’t care," he declared with his typical confidence. "I can handle it." Their annual pilgrimages to Vegas were affirmations that their patchwork marriage worked. Pahrump, with its grubby brothels and stunning desert scenery, was a perfect representation of their marital alliance. She was hungry by the time