Mr. No-Pants

That's me.

Well, not really. Actually, what I mean to say is that ever since I came to Dumaguete, I've really not been wearing long pants anymore. Only for Church and the rare occasion when some local government dignitary flies into town and I have to meet them.

Ninety-percent of the time, I'm already wearing short pants.

Man, it feels good.

My legs are getting a nice tan, and...it feels airy down there. Awright, you really didn't need to hear that.

Back to work.