Hey everyone. I’m taking a break from weekly reports of goings-on on Patpong to recount my time in a Bangkok Coronavirus quarantine (Coruarantine for short, copyright BKK7) hotel. Not because I want to, but because a friend requested that I blog about it. So here goes. As you know, there’s been a months-long ban on…
TBIF, friends. In honor of the coming weekend–which for me will probably be sub-par, because I always place my expectations too high–below is another chapter from my widely-panned and thoroughly disappointing first novel, The Suburbs of Babylon. The first 9 and 1/2 chapters can be found elsewhere on this site… “Chapter Ten In the absence…
Hello net surfer. Bangkok Seven here, with another testimonial from deep inside the dark nether regions of the red-light district. Since escaping quarantine earlier this month, I’ve been haunting the dim, dismal streets of Patpong nightly, and reported on the state of things in two previous Sunday blogs. And just when I think I’ve said…
Happy Frowback Friday, reader. Below is the next excerpt in the continuing weekly publication of my self-published and universally panned semi-autobigraphical novel, “The Suburbs of Babylon.” The following is a tangential mini-chapter in between the regular storyline. It represents a moment in my young life when I “snapped” mentally, and briefly lost grip on reality….
Hey friends, how’s it hangin’? It’s been a week since my last report on the recent recovery efforts in the three red-light districts in BKK. This week I’ve got more updates about Patpong, or as I like to call it, The Pong, or when I’m feeling French, L’Pong, or when I’m singing in the shower,…
Happy Friday, mongers. It’s a magical day for me, Bangkok Seven, because several businesses on Patpong Soi 1 are set to open today, including a trio of gogo bars run by the King’s Group. I can almost taste the lime in my San Miguel Light. A full report on the state of these bars is…
If you’re one of the five people who regularly read this blog, you’ll know that I—Bangkok Seven—am not a reporter. I don’t do “journalism” in this blog. Rather, I regularly shit onto the internet whatever happens to cross my mind that week. But these are strange times, and strange times call for even stranger mutterings….
Happy Friday, internet. Time to kick back, put your feet up, and enjoy a well-deserved couple days of R & R. Or if you’re a whoremonger like me, 48 hours of shameful depravity. But for now, here’s another installment of my prolific, self-published, wildly unpopular novel, The Suburbs of Babylon… “Chapter Nine There is a…