Tag: Panama 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: Watch This Spot

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Friday morning. Halloween. That means I'm turning 37 tomorrow. Crazy. What am I doing for my birthday? Ummm... you mean besides sitting in my apartment alone watching House of Guinness? Nothing. Resisting the temptation to wander over to the landmine next door and see exactly what I stepped in? Maybe...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: At the Party

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Saturday morning here in the old land of Siam. The Queen Mother has just died, so everyone’s usual routine has been thrown off today. For example, my usual coffee stand is closed, so I had to walk up the street to another one because I still refuse to give Starbucks...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