Andrew Scott's jean jacket

   I remember it like it was yesterday. Andrew (Andy, as I call him at home) found me on the clearance rack. He didn’t care that I had a slight imperfection under the left armpit area. Actually, he thought it was a reflection of some of his own flaws. Andy said it added to my overall charm. Money was tight at the time and he was struggling a bit. He felt we had special something though. He used what was left of his first paycheck from the play, “Cock” to purchase me. 

We still have a laugh whenever I mention that I owe everything to his Cock :) 

We can be a bit randy sometimes. I wish I had a photo of that first moment that he put me on. I guess it’s weird to say, “fits like a glove” when referring to a jacket. That’s exactly what it was like though.