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I was a horny uber before uber existed. Ha ha. Where are you going?"}, {"start": 44.56, "end": 50.32, "text": "Straight to my financial destruction? Hop in! I already rolled a joint. Every morning I woke up with"}, {"start": 50.32, "end": 56.16, "text": "the same mission. Find the best weed. Find the prettiest face. Then find out which one was going to"}, {"start": 56.16, "end": 62.64, "text": "make me forget my pin number first. Weed made me hungry. Pussy made me stupid. Together they turned"}, {"start": 62.64, "end": 68.88, "text": "me into Captain Savaho with cotton mouth. A beautiful woman would say, my life is complicated."}, {"start": 68.88, "end": 74.8, "text": "I would take one giant hit and say, not anymore. I brought $400 and no follow-up questions."}, {"start": 75.44, "end": 82.16, "text": "That wasn't romance. That was FEMA with an erection. I rescued women from everything. Bad landlords,"}, {"start": 82.16, "end": 88.48, "text": "bad cars, bad boyfriends, bad decisions. Then I would replace all four with one worst decision."}, {"start": 89.12, "end": 96.08, "text": "Me. Ha ha. Captain Savaho always arrived with a cape, a condom, and enough weed to make every red flag"}, {"start": 96.08, "end": 104.16, "text": "look like a sunset. My green side said, she needs support. Yellow said, love can fix this. Blue said,"}, {"start": 104.16, "end": 109.92, "text": "become exactly what she wants. Red said, take your pants off. We'll read the police report tomorrow."}, {"start": 112.72, "end": 119.68, "text": "And you already know what happened. I got the pussy. Then the pussy got a car payment, a phone bill,"}, {"start": 119.68, "end": 125.76, "text": "a security deposit, and visitation rights to my checking account. I thought I was living like a king."}, {"start": 126.32, "end": 132.24, "text": "A king has land. I had an ashtray full of roaches and three women mad because I sent the same"}, {"start": 132.24, "end": 138.4, "text": "good morning beautiful text without changing the name. That wasn't a kingdom. That was a horny call"}, {"start": 138.4, "end": 145.36, "text": "center with weed smoke. At 20, I could fuck all night, smoke all morning, and still show up somewhere"}, {"start": 145.36, "end": 153.76, "text": "pretending I had a future. At 30, I needed water. At 40, I needed stretching. At 50, my dick filed for"}, {"start": 153.76, "end": 159.6, "text": "early retirement without discussing it with management. One day, I looked down and said, we riding tonight?"}, {"start": 160.24, "end": 165.12, "text": "My dick said, mother fucker, I gave you 32 years. Check the union contract."}, {"start": 166.4, "end": 172.32, "text": "I didn't break my dick in one heroic accident. No dramatic rescue. No woman swinging from a"}, {"start": 172.32, "end": 178.0, "text": "chandelier. I wore that mother fucker out like a rental car with unlimited mileage. The warning"}, {"start": 178.0, "end": 182.8, "text": "lights had been on since 1997. I just covered them with pubic hair and kept driving."}, {"start": 182.96, "end": 192.48, "text": "Ha ha ha ha ha. Now my dick has PTSD. A beautiful woman walks by and it doesn't get hard. It hides."}, {"start": 192.48, "end": 199.92, "text": "It whispers, don't make eye contact. She might need rent. That's retirement. My dick doesn't chase"}, {"start": 199.92, "end": 205.84, "text": "pussy anymore. It watches documentaries about the pussy it survived. Every scar is a season."}, {"start": 206.4, "end": 211.92, "text": "Every bill is an episode. Every X is a true crime special where the victim was my credit score."}, {"start": 212.8, "end": 218.48, "text": "Young Jesse treated pussy like oxygen. Current Jesse knows it was more like cocaine with eyelashes."}, {"start": 218.48, "end": 223.28, "text": "One hit and suddenly I was awake for three days assembling furniture in somebody else's apartment."}, {"start": 224.16, "end": 230.56, "text": "I chased pussy across counties, across time zones, across income brackets I did not belong in."}, {"start": 231.36, "end": 236.88, "text": "I drove two hours for sex and came home with no sex, an empty gas tank, and a request to help her"}, {"start": 236.88, "end": 244.48, "text": "cousin move on Saturday. That is shit-mighty sufficiency. Spend $80 on gas to earn six hours of unpaid"}, {"start": 244.48, "end": 251.68, "text": "labor. Sometimes I got lucky, sometimes I got laid, sometimes I got both, which was unlucky because"}, {"start": 251.68, "end": 258.48, "text": "then I came back. A pretty face was my Superman kryptonite. Great pussy was the kryptonite wrapped in"}, {"start": 258.48, "end": 265.52, "text": "bacon. The best weed made me believe I was invincible. I'd be naked, high and broke, lying beside a"}, {"start": 265.52, "end": 271.84, "text": "woman whose last name I didn't know thinking I have cracked the code to happiness. No asshole,"}, {"start": 271.84, "end": 276.64, "text": "you cracked the screen on your phone and missed another insurance payment. That was my good old days."}, {"start": 277.44, "end": 285.76, "text": "Great weed, great sex, no peace, no savings, no clue. I had pussy seven days a week in problems eight."}, {"start": 287.04, "end": 290.56, "text": "Monday through Sunday was sex. The eighth day was collections."}, {"start": 291.04, "end": 298.64, "text": "Now I am retired from pussy, no ceremony, no gold watch. Just my dick handing me a cardboard box filled"}, {"start": 298.64, "end": 304.96, "text": "with expired condoms, motel receipts, and one earring nobody ever claimed. I asked, what am I"}, {"start": 304.96, "end": 311.68, "text": "supposed to do now? 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Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.", "rights": "Original work. Not licensed for reuse, redistribution, resale, or model training.", "fiction_notice_end": "THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.", "text": "[ALL FICTION — JOKES ONLY. Everything that follows is a work of fiction created for comedy. Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.]\n\nThese are my shit-midest confessions. I chased pussy from 18 to 50. 32 years. That is not a dating history. That is a prison sentence with titties. Ha ha. At 18, I fucked seven days a week. 365 days a year. Was that mathematically possible? No, but neither was my confidence. Young Jesse would have fucked on February 30th if a pretty woman said she was lonely. I had the best weed, the best pussy, and the worst fucking judgment in Northern California. My friends had hobbies. I had women, weed, and a mattress that should have qualified as public transportation. I wasn't a player. I was a horny uber before uber existed. Ha ha. Where are you going? Straight to my financial destruction? Hop in! I already rolled a joint. Every morning I woke up with the same mission. Find the best weed. Find the prettiest face. Then find out which one was going to make me forget my pin number first. Weed made me hungry. Pussy made me stupid. Together they turned me into Captain Savaho with cotton mouth. A beautiful woman would say, my life is complicated. I would take one giant hit and say, not anymore. I brought $400 and no follow-up questions. That wasn't romance. That was FEMA with an erection. I rescued women from everything. Bad landlords, bad cars, bad boyfriends, bad decisions. Then I would replace all four with one worst decision. Me. Ha ha. Captain Savaho always arrived with a cape, a condom, and enough weed to make every red flag look like a sunset. My green side said, she needs support. Yellow said, love can fix this. Blue said, become exactly what she wants. Red said, take your pants off. We'll read the police report tomorrow. And you already know what happened. I got the pussy. Then the pussy got a car payment, a phone bill, a security deposit, and visitation rights to my checking account. I thought I was living like a king. A king has land. I had an ashtray full of roaches and three women mad because I sent the same good morning beautiful text without changing the name. That wasn't a kingdom. That was a horny call center with weed smoke. At 20, I could fuck all night, smoke all morning, and still show up somewhere pretending I had a future. At 30, I needed water. At 40, I needed stretching. At 50, my dick filed for early retirement without discussing it with management. One day, I looked down and said, we riding tonight? My dick said, mother fucker, I gave you 32 years. Check the union contract. I didn't break my dick in one heroic accident. No dramatic rescue. No woman swinging from a chandelier. I wore that mother fucker out like a rental car with unlimited mileage. The warning lights had been on since 1997. I just covered them with pubic hair and kept driving. Ha ha ha ha ha. Now my dick has PTSD. A beautiful woman walks by and it doesn't get hard. It hides. It whispers, don't make eye contact. She might need rent. That's retirement. My dick doesn't chase pussy anymore. It watches documentaries about the pussy it survived. Every scar is a season. Every bill is an episode. Every X is a true crime special where the victim was my credit score. Young Jesse treated pussy like oxygen. Current Jesse knows it was more like cocaine with eyelashes. One hit and suddenly I was awake for three days assembling furniture in somebody else's apartment. I chased pussy across counties, across time zones, across income brackets I did not belong in. I drove two hours for sex and came home with no sex, an empty gas tank, and a request to help her cousin move on Saturday. That is shit-mighty sufficiency. Spend $80 on gas to earn six hours of unpaid labor. Sometimes I got lucky, sometimes I got laid, sometimes I got both, which was unlucky because then I came back. A pretty face was my Superman kryptonite. Great pussy was the kryptonite wrapped in bacon. The best weed made me believe I was invincible. I'd be naked, high and broke, lying beside a woman whose last name I didn't know thinking I have cracked the code to happiness. No asshole, you cracked the screen on your phone and missed another insurance payment. That was my good old days. Great weed, great sex, no peace, no savings, no clue. I had pussy seven days a week in problems eight. Monday through Sunday was sex. The eighth day was collections. Now I am retired from pussy, no ceremony, no gold watch. Just my dick handing me a cardboard box filled with expired condoms, motel receipts, and one earring nobody ever claimed. I asked, what am I supposed to do now? My dick said, tell the stories. Maybe the money you wasted can finally earn something. That is why these are my confessions, not because I was cool. I was a dumb, horny bastard with residual income, premium weed, and the emotional impulse control of a shopping cart on a freeway. I didn't conquer women. I repeatedly surrendered to pretty faces. I didn't have game. I had availability and poor boundaries. I didn't live every man's dream. I lived every accountant's resignation letter. But I survived. Older, broker, wiser, with a retired dick that finally understands compound interest. Young Jesse Chase Pussy for 32 years, current Jesse Chase's sleep, lower cholesterol, and a password he wrote down somewhere. And honestly, retirement is peaceful. Nobody texts, hey stranger, at two in the morning. Nobody needs a tire. Nobody needs rent. Nobody needs rescuing. My wallet and my dick finally live in the same house. And for the first time in 50 years, neither one is hiding from me. That is the shit-midest knockout. I spent my youth breaking my bank account to keep my dick happy. Then my dick retired and left me with all the fucking payments. Ha ha ha ha ha.\n\n[THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.]", "fiction_notice_audio": true}