-Paint is just going to chip and crack, wind up looking like ****.
-Little pin holes in the pouch is going to let water in, over time.
Why not just ride with what you got. You purchased in knowing that thousands of others have the same thing. It's not like the random stranger on the street is going to point and gawk at your now differentiated bag.
Hang a couple blinkies off it and call it done.
This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.