Chris PearsonThe night I’ll forever regretI spun her around three times before stepping halfway behind her, sliding my hand into the nape of her neck, and dipping her a few inches…May 17, 2022May 17, 2022
Chris PearsonBlue man. Silhouette.Blue man. Silhouette. Standing in the corner of my bedroom. A chair with clothes on it? No, too short. A lamp I forgot about. No. How am I…May 13, 2022May 13, 2022
Chris Pearson“What the fuck was I thinking?”For a long time, I wanted to go faster. Always faster. Because I thought if I could get where I was going a little bit quicker, then I…May 11, 2022May 11, 2022
Chris PearsonHe’s got his whole life ahead of him… and I’m only a piece of it.He’s 3.5 years old right now with his whole life ahead of him. I get a fraction of his time each and every week, but that time is what I’m…May 11, 2022May 11, 2022
Chris PearsonA brown leather sofa…Fall of 2011, I’m sitting on a brown leather sofa in the living room of a multi-million-dollar home.May 6, 2022May 6, 2022
Chris Pearson#2. That goddamn computer tower“…a computer tower — the one I used to game on for more than six hours a night before I quit my 9–5 and started selling my own services.”May 5, 2022May 5, 2022
Chris PearsonIt’s what writers doThe “Secret of Selling Anything” by Harry Browne lies between my keyboard and monitor. Its pages are cornered. Sticky notes reach out from…May 4, 2022May 4, 2022