Tag: Mexican Guy

SCRIPT: Under Surveillance

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Disclaimer: This Story is a Work of Fiction, Except for the Parts that Aren’t. -- EXT: Daytime -- A busy street in Bangkok, Thailand. A short man with dark hair and a designer messenger bag strapped to his chest hops on a scooter and takes off across town. The scenery...Read More

BLOG: Send Him to the Island

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Thursday afternoon. Sitting in my loft after meditating for awhile. I just let the answers come to me now. It’s such a relief to not have to clear away any anger for once. It’s just there. Mr. Irish Guy appeared to me. He had this very powerful aura around him...Read More

BLOG: Five Month Recap

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Thursday. At the coffee stand. I still have not made a decision. I have only reviewed the footage and come to the following conclusion: this experience in SEA has made me a more objective reporter than I ever was before. Here are the results of this months matchups in the...Read More

BLOG: Men Ain’t Shit!

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Tuesday morning. At the coffee stand. Chatting with the lady who lived up on the Peak in Hong Kong. Love her comforting housekeeper energy today. It’s like coming home to sit at the kitchen counter with her and she’s listening to me cry about my day while she makes a...Read More

BLOG: Mark Antony

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Okay. What in the literal Star Wars Padme Amidala Decoy Shit was THAT?! The twist no one saw coming. Wow. Okay. Um so this just happened. Need some time to process. Okay so I went to the bar. As per usual. There the bartender was ready to spill all the...Read More

BLOG: Getting Buffalo’d

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Monday. Here we are back at the coffee stand, which was closed all weekend because the Queen Mother died. Now we are back and I am the only person here who isn't wearing black, for once. Super awkward. Most of the Thai people I see walking by are wearing black....Read More

BLOG: Wanksta or Gangsta?

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Tuesday morning. At the coffee stand. A bit hungover from last night, which was… oof. Most of the evening was super chill. The American Bar was pretty dead for a Monday. Only a small handful of regulars were there. Most of us were American, as opposed to other nights when...Read More

BLOG: Cats Do Not All Look Grey in the Dark

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Tuesday afternoon. Way late in the afternoon. Almost 4:30pm. Off my routine today, if you can’t tell. The reason? I woke up at 7am specifically to call The Publisher. I don’t know why. I just had a feeling from the Universe that I should call him and update him on...Read More

BLOG: We Built This Canal

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Sunday afternoon. Currently sitting alone at the American Bar having a Bloody Mary and grilled cheese to recover from yesterday. How did it go with the ex-military contractor guys? Oh, about how you’d expect. Something like napalm... Our Bachelor of the Day is a loud, obnoxious American with a family...Read More

BLOG: Binders Full of Stories

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Friday morning. Sitting at the coffee stand writing, as I am doing every day. Today I have been going through my binder of notes from my various post-pandemic projects. It includes the blog plan and multiple book and script plans. One of these is Strange Little Town, which is the...Read More