THE WITNESSES: Chapter Two
Monte imagined approaching the counter.
“Hello, I hear Morgan Freeman narrating my life.”
I Like to Watch | You Can See Everything (2026)
Nathan Fielder’s latest cinematic performance art project is an open ended question of how we perceive reality.
Julianne's Money
Being an escort for me was like being a scrapbooker on Etsy for most other single moms trying to pick up some extra money. The only difference was that I could make a few thousand bucks for one hour of potential discomfort versus making a few hundred for several hours of suffering through handmade clip art. I’m a pretty open-minded person, but I cannot for one second believe that there is any joy in being hunched over a desk, cutting and pasting other people’s memories together. It seems so lonely and juvenile.
THE WITNESSES: Chapter One
The first chapter of an in-progress novel.
“The voice began on a Tuesday morning while Monte Walsh was standing in his kitchen, holding an unopened package of bacon over the garbage can.”
On the Lamb
It looks so dramatic.
I lined it all up like I wanted to really enjoy it.
A hot bath.
Two fresh Miller Lites.
A pipe stuffed with weed.
A book for my short attention span.
I Like to Watch | Digger (2026)
Sometimes hypocrisy just shrugs.
Sometimes hypocrisy gets elected.
Sometimes hypocrisy buys the platform.
Sometimes hypocrisy becomes a fucking lifestyle brand.
The House of Warren
When Ali, Casey, and I were in college down in central Illinois, we lived in this great place just a block off campus. It was situated at the top of a hill overlooking the town smack dab in the middle of Greek Row, snuggled between the Beta and SAE houses—a modest, three-bedroom house with a front porch and back patio, and yard that made it ideal for barbecues and other themed or not themed parties.
Creation is Best Bound
Put me on the mantle; spread me open over tea …
The Last Offensive Man in America
Walter Briggs was arrested on a Tuesday morning for telling a joke.
We’re All Going to Die on the Toilet
So many substances.
The uppers
The downers
The in-betweeners.
An Elvis Cocktail of everyday kitchen cabinet junk.
The Proverbial Daughter
A system with no ventilation quickly dies— and you, my love, do not want to die. So speak.
OnlyHens
The concept, as described in the thirty-eight-page proposal Randy submitted to the city’s Planning Department, was “a disruptive digital entertainment property combining creator culture, competitive reality programming, food-based aspirational branding, and the democratization of female entrepreneurship.”
Familial Reflection on Suicide
I think my dad had a hard time with retirement. In the five months since stepping away he’d grown increasingly interested in me. I couldn’t tell if it was out of boredom or guilt for not having been more involved in my life up to that point. And though I never felt abandoned by him, it was nice—albeit strange—to get to spend some time with him.
Places Without an Audience
By morning, he had decided he needed somewhere nobody cared about theater, someplace where the name Chekhov was more likely to be mistaken for a rifle than a playwright.
Doom & Poon
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.
Wishful thinking
“Take me back to oblivious January[…] A time full of daydreams and restless nights”
The Last Trick
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.
The Adorable Little Antichrist
Her fury, her hurt, her fear and shame was pure focus. She dug deeper into her legs. The blood began to run down her thighs, soaking through her dress and forming a small puddle in the pew.
Letters on Love
Self begins exactly like that paragraph ended … with a question, an inevitably shifting question and outcome.
The Applause Machine: Part Three—NOW AVAILABLE IN THIRTY SECONDS
“We do not sell products. We sell relief from the injuries created by the culture selling the products. The customer arrives bleeding. We sell him a more attractive knife.”
Monte imagined approaching the counter.
“Hello, I hear Morgan Freeman narrating my life.”