Nag, nag, nag...
I hate it when there is something that keeps nagging me about a shoot. Not sure what it is but something keeps drawing me back. Not sure if it was something I didn't do or something that I did do or if it's because I forgot to wipe my boots off and every time I turn on the vent in the truck a faint whiff of Black Angus ass comes up from the floor mats...