Addiction – Page 3 – Bill Pearse

The problem with the Internet is it never turns off

By Bill Pearse on August 26, 2015 • ( 23 )

I had to watch myself on Skype last night, which was hard. The beard’s gotten so long it gets in the way of my food, I get moustache hairs in my meat which feels barbaric — and unemployed now for… Read More ›

The Grandfather Tree

By Bill Pearse on February 5, 2015 • ( 13 )

It’s the Fourth of July and we’re an hour north of Spokane in Eastern Washington, where it’s hot. Brad drew a map showing the way to his cabin, through gates and pathways in the forest. We’re not sure we’re at… Read More ›

Cruel and Unusual Publishing

By Bill Pearse on January 27, 2015 • ( 46 )

I’ve been keeping a list of words I need to look up from David Foster Wallace’s 1996 Infinite Jest. Yesterday’s included erumpent, sedulously and egregulous — and sure enough, I got duped. Egregulous was made-up, and landed me on a website… Read More ›

A Near-Life Experience

By Bill Pearse on April 15, 2014 • ( 16 )

I drank too much and stopped in 2001, but started again about nine months later. I told my doctor I stopped drinking and when he asked if I was alright I started crying and so he gave me the number… Read More ›

Lower case letters

By Bill Pearse on December 27, 2013 • ( 2 )

I got up then, it was time to get up, and I made my way down to the den, to write. The clock said 3:20 and it took a good long time to make out whether it said 3:20 or… Read More ›

Rethinking Pink Floyd

By Bill Pearse on September 18, 2013 • ( 3 )

I was too young to connect with Pink Floyd in the late 60s or 70s the way others did. When they released the film of The Wall, I was frightened by it (the scene with kids falling into a meat… Read More ›

Trying on masks

By Bill Pearse on September 4, 2013 • ( 0 )

Here are notes I’m carrying over from my paper notepad for a horror story sketch I started in July. It’s about a boy who gets possessed to do bad things. Benny stood in the road looking up the path that… Read More ›

The blanket (sad dream I can’t remember)

By Bill Pearse on July 3, 2013 • ( 0 )

I keep the blanket for comfort, and that’s the problem. I carry it on my hips and shoulders, and it clouds my eyes. The clouds block out the light and I can’t see myself when I’m under it. I think… Read More ›

Disconnect me

By Bill Pearse on July 2, 2013 • ( 6 )

It was just me and Dawn then, driving out to eastern Washington to a cabin north of Spokane, the one-year anniversary of 9-11. It seemed a peaceful, solemn place to observe it: removed from people, surrounded by overgrown grass fields,… Read More ›