The Scotties

I was on my way back from Jimbos bachelor party weekend. I had hardly any sleep and was having a tough time staying awake on the eight hour drive.

All the coffee in the world was not working except for keeping me uncomfortable with a full bladder.

I stopped at an "antique mall" in Pennsylvania.

I ended up buying the wacky looking Scotty book ends.

I have never actually used them as bookends. They always make me remember the hole we blew in the back of my truck. The fire at the abandoned farmhouse and the metric ton of chicken wings ate at the Log Cabin.

--They have maintained a constant vigil over my Relics since then.