I'm not real certain what I'm pledging my allegiance to here. Perhaps the weight of my pec was so great I needed to hold it up. Regardless, this was at a shoot last week in a tiny Louisiana town in 107 degrees (125 if you're counting that heat index, which we most certainly were). This was me wishing I wasn't in jeans. Humidity is a killer. I heard some cows were falling down dead in that craziness, even. I kid you not. Who kids about dead cows? Not this guy.