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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\nEvery emotion has a color, and his are mostly check engine light. Live from the backseat of America, the man painting his trauma one fair at a time. Jesse. My therapist told me to name my feelings. So I named them and bought the domain, colors of my pain.com. It's already got more traffic than my actual feelings. Every emotion has a color. Mine are mostly check engine light, and one that just blinks low fuel that one's my love life. First shade in the palette. Uber passenger 1.47 AM crying to a man he'll never see again. Ride-chair taught me people don't need a confession booth. They need a backseat and a low battery. Drunk people get in my car and instantly become philosophers, with Venmo debt. One drunk goes, you ever think love is fake? I said, sir, your destination is Taco Bell. Both are temporary, only one comes with a receipt. My car's heard more secrets than a church. Church just has better parking and a worse rating system. Ride-chair is therapy where the therapist can't talk back because he's working for tips and a five-star rating. My pain color today, surge pricing red. I don't judge my passengers. I silently assign them Crayola trauma names. You, sir, are burnt Sienna goes through it. Her breakup story was so long my GPS recalculated emotionally. The robot lady went in one quarter mile. Let it go. He said, can I be honest? And I locked the doors with my soul. When a drunk says, you seem cool, buckle up. The next sentence is about to become a felony adjacent podcast. I picked up a couple mid-fight. My backseat became a rolling divorce preview. I didn't need GPS. I just followed the blame. She goes, tell him he's wrong. Ma'am, I'm the driver, not Judge Judy with Lane Assist. My backseat's hosted more drama than Bravo, with worse lighting and a cleaner host. Colors of my pain.com started as a joke. Then I drove three drunk nurses home, and it became a documentary. Nurses party like they know exactly which organs can take it, and which ones are out of warranty. A guy asked me if I believe in second chances while his ex was still in the car. I said buddy, she believes in restraining orders. Rye Chair Rule, the second somebody says, quick stop. You're about to meet their worst decision in person. My favorite color is passenger just added a stop, gray, close second. This isn't the address I put in beige. I don't need horror movies. I've heard a grown man whisper, bro, can we swing by my exes? My air freshener says, new car. My backseat says old wounds. The smell is denial with a hint of vanilla. A drunk girl told me I give father energy. I said, that's not energy sweetheart. That's just silence and financial fear. The app says driver arrived. My nervous system says main character trauma has entered the vehicle. 25 colors, everyone earned it 2 a.m. for $4 and a one star review. That's not a palette that's a crime scene. Colors of my pain, part one. 25 shades of damage, zero stars deducted. Kill Jesse.\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}