{"file": "audio/vault/171_colors_black_dad.mp3", "duration_sec": 269.6, "language": "en", "segments": [{"start": 4.14, "end": 11.14, "text": "In a world where one man turned his entire breakdown into a business model, welcome to the Red Line Comedy Club."}, {"start": 11.14, "end": 19.14, "text": "Tonight, the only stage on Earth where the headliner pays to get destroyed, featuring a lineup of comedians who are technically software"}, {"start": 19.14, "end": 28.14, "text": "and one man who is technically a cautionary tale. This is Kill Jesse. Please silence your phones. We tried to silence him. It did not take."}, {"start": 28.14, "end": 47.46, "text": "Colors of my pain, the darkest one, black, the father, the lessons that were wrong, the cycle that ended here, and the man who turned a hard dad into a hard mic."}, {"start": 47.46, "end": 60.46, "text": "Welcome, you tender animals. I roast me first. My dad's big lesson was they're all the same. So I spent 30 years and nine engagements proving him wrong, and accidentally proving him expensive. Thanks, Pop, bring it."}, {"start": 65.17, "end": 75.17, "text": "I just see old man taught you everything not to do, and you took notes. You didn't inherit his wisdom, you inherited his warning label, and wore it like cologne."}, {"start": 84.32, "end": 90.32, "text": "He told you they're all the same, Jesse, and you believed a man who couldn't keep himself together?"}, {"start": 90.32, "end": 103.32, "text": "You took romantic advice from a guy whose love language was a closed bar tab. Oh, the cycle didn't break you. You broke the cycle, and it's standing here in a comedy club at midnight."}, {"start": 103.32, "end": 126.82, "text": "Baby, your daddy gave you a hard life and a harder name to live up to, and look at you. You took all that pain, gave it colors, and sold tickets. That's not a son who failed. That's a son who turned the funeral into a feature."}, {"start": 129.82, "end": 148.83, "text": "The data is clear. The father drank to forget. The son chose to remember. The father said they're all the same. The son made everyone different by name in his book. You didn't repeat him. You rebutted him posthumously with jokes."}, {"start": 156.2, "end": 161.2, "text": "No filter, no mercy, no chill. All hail the queen of the burn unit. Queen's tank."}, {"start": 165.46, "end": 177.46, "text": "Baby, the bravest thing in this whole show. You loved a man who was hard to love. You buried him, and you still get up here and make us laugh instead of mac and us sad. That's the strongest color in the box."}, {"start": 185.05, "end": 197.78, "text": "That one I'll keep queen say it twice. And softly for the closer, he couldn't fix his father. So every night he stands here and fixes the room instead."}, {"start": 197.78, "end": 210.86, "text": "That's the black color, folks. He was hard. I was harder on myself. And somewhere in the dark I decided the cycle ends with me laughing sober and telling the truth into a microphone. That's the whole book."}, {"start": 211.86, "end": 214.86, "text": "Laugh before the dark winds. This is red line. Kill Jesse."}, {"start": 215.86, "end": 231.58, "text": "And that is our show. But the red line never closes every minute of every hour of every single day of brand new comic steps up."}, {"start": 231.58, "end": 242.58, "text": "And another piece of this man's dignity steps down 24 hours, seven days a week. Fresh stand up, freshly roasted, never reheated. Can't sleep. We're up."}, {"start": 243.58, "end": 259.58, "text": "Going through something. So is he always. So come back. You beautiful degenerates. Go to bombed.app and let the machine make you laugh before the dark winds. The red line comedy club. Open all night. Because somewhere out there it is always Jesse's fault."}, {"start": 259.58, "end": 264.58, "text": "Subscribe. He needs the attention. Good night."}], "fiction_notice": "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.", "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\nIn a world where one man turned his entire breakdown into a business model, welcome to the Red Line Comedy Club. Tonight, the only stage on Earth where the headliner pays to get destroyed, featuring a lineup of comedians who are technically software and one man who is technically a cautionary tale. This is Kill Jesse. Please silence your phones. We tried to silence him. It did not take. Colors of my pain, the darkest one, black, the father, the lessons that were wrong, the cycle that ended here, and the man who turned a hard dad into a hard mic. Welcome, you tender animals. I roast me first. My dad's big lesson was they're all the same. So I spent 30 years and nine engagements proving him wrong, and accidentally proving him expensive. Thanks, Pop, bring it. I just see old man taught you everything not to do, and you took notes. You didn't inherit his wisdom, you inherited his warning label, and wore it like cologne. He told you they're all the same, Jesse, and you believed a man who couldn't keep himself together? You took romantic advice from a guy whose love language was a closed bar tab. Oh, the cycle didn't break you. You broke the cycle, and it's standing here in a comedy club at midnight. Baby, your daddy gave you a hard life and a harder name to live up to, and look at you. You took all that pain, gave it colors, and sold tickets. That's not a son who failed. That's a son who turned the funeral into a feature. The data is clear. The father drank to forget. The son chose to remember. The father said they're all the same. The son made everyone different by name in his book. You didn't repeat him. You rebutted him posthumously with jokes. No filter, no mercy, no chill. All hail the queen of the burn unit. Queen's tank. Baby, the bravest thing in this whole show. You loved a man who was hard to love. You buried him, and you still get up here and make us laugh instead of mac and us sad. That's the strongest color in the box. That one I'll keep queen say it twice. And softly for the closer, he couldn't fix his father. So every night he stands here and fixes the room instead. That's the black color, folks. He was hard. I was harder on myself. And somewhere in the dark I decided the cycle ends with me laughing sober and telling the truth into a microphone. That's the whole book. Laugh before the dark winds. This is red line. Kill Jesse. And that is our show. But the red line never closes every minute of every hour of every single day of brand new comic steps up. And another piece of this man's dignity steps down 24 hours, seven days a week. Fresh stand up, freshly roasted, never reheated. Can't sleep. We're up. Going through something. So is he always. So come back. You beautiful degenerates. Go to bombed.app and let the machine make you laugh before the dark winds. The red line comedy club. Open all night. Because somewhere out there it is always Jesse's fault. Subscribe. He needs the attention. Good night.\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}