No Kids, No Scat, No Piss: A First Amendment Love Story

First Amendment law notes from the Las Vegas sexual underground.

Dinner time in downtown Las Vegas and the blond haired boy is bored. He’s two years old, a touch precocious, fussy and growing increasingly restless as the adults talk about boring grown-up stuff. His parents, Pistol (oh!) and Treasure (interesting!), would have left him at home but they couldn’t get a babysitter. So instead he ducks underneath the table at the Triple George on Third and Ogden, making a fortress against the lights and sounds leaking from the casinos and from tourists enjoying the Fremont Street Experience.

But now he’s off—heading for the door. Pistol heads off in pursuit. The boy doesn’t have a care in the world, and why should he? It will be years before he’s old enough to realize the supreme responsibility he carries. Treasure watches him run.

“I don’t know if it’s a good thing for him or a bad thing,” she says.

“The ‘Son and heir to ‘Deep Throat’.”

Adapted from NSFWCORP Print, issue #3, published May 31, 2013.

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