Penis Exposure So, El Jefe and I drove down to Atlanta this past weekend to do some touch-up work on the house so it will hopefully be more marketable.

We painted a couple of rooms and a few random walls in bathrooms, a bit of touch up paint here and there. Cleaned the bathrooms, replaced light bulbs, cleaned the oven and fridge, had the carpets steam-cleaned....that sort of thing.

I had made sure to include in my overnight bag a pair of pants that were already a bit paint splattered, so as not to ruin another pair.

Jefe brought his "work pants" as well. A ratty,torn, beat-up, paint covered pair of jeans that he's been holding onto through the remodeling of his house in NC.

These jeans are torn on one leg from the knee to the ankle, and on the other leg, it's more of a gaping hole than it is a "tear".

Jefe made a run to the local supermarket to pick up some cleaning supplies and obviously received quite a bit of weird looks from the other patrons. One woman went so far as to question him being out in public in the atrocity that was his pants.

He simply smiled at her and informed her that he was in a band that was performing later on in the evening and he was at the store to pick up supplies. When questioned further about the name of the band, he simply replied "Penis Exposure".

And that's part one of the weekend regarding how to make friends and influence people.  ¶ 2:00 PM