After finishing up at the University of Oregon, Mike O’Brien moved to Las Vegas, where he spent a year getting laid off repeatedly, playing on a championship kickball team, forgetting how to parallel park, and enjoying a life without rain. The economy recently chewed Mike up, spit him up and sent him back home to New York. He really misses the view of the Spring Mountains from his bedroom window, cheap avocados, and being able to play video poker at the gas station.
The area is spotted with wispy patches of desert grasses and the occasional sagebrush, adding some green that serves as a halfway point between the ruddy brown landscape and the light blue sky. In the distance, the Colorado River disappears
Brian Mills has escorted countless women to the altar on their wedding day. He doesn’t typically walk them down the aisle; he’s not their daddy. He’s much more likely to drive them through the chapel doors in a pink Cadillac.
