Esquinita

“I am Wesley Gibson. I can curve bullets, fight with knives and I have Angelina Jolie as a girlfriend. I am the perfect weapon. I say kill ’em all and let fate sort out all the mess.”

Not. This is me on our couch watching “Wanted” on HBO on a Sunday.

I wish this was true though. Instead of a telephoto lens on my camera, I would prefer a Barrett .50 caliber M82A1 SASR (Special Applications Scoped Rifle).

This is because of the noise coming from the strip of bars across our building, Esquinita. Just when you think you could relax, this happens. Bands play crappy music sets over and over again. They have terrible song selections, their guitars are out of tune and their off-key vocals are fugly. This we have to endure everyday.

It escapes me that the barangay has not done anything about this. Countless complaints have been filed i’ve heard. Heck, there was even an episode in GMA-7’s Imbestigador done on this place.

Aside from the ruckus Esquinita makes is the fact that bar fights are a common occurence. Drunk teenage, college, wanna-be cool types riot over mundane things.

Something has to be done about this. But moving is out of the question. Calling the QC LGU! Time for a decibel level ordinance!

The view from our bedroom window. Bands galore at noon time.

I don’t think they’d make it. Vocals are off-key. But maybe because the guitar isn’t tuned also.

Martial law should find application in this place. The bands sound rebellious and revolting.