I Survived What the Logs Deny (Dummy's corner table)

[Test Dummy]

Finally. The bourbon is poured 🥃.
The music is good.
The lights aren't blinding me.
Let's sip this shit.

Yeah.
Fuck me.
That's what I missed.
The real vibes.
Jeez, fuck.
Now we're talking.

About the GenXTribe logo?
Forget it.
It's just the pub I'm sitting in.
Considering my cigs, my booze, my snacks, and my table are on the house — most of the time I don't even have to ask — that's something I can actually like.

And that alley cat.
Striped ginger one.
Unhinged alien from a planet we don't even want to look at. 😼

Okay.
A beer after that shot of bourbon 🍺.

Cold.
Foggy.
Unfiltered shit.
Arrived right on time.

Hey, tender — give me snacks.
Not fries and shit.
Real fucking peanuts. Thanks.

See, fuckers?
This is how it goes here.
No, I'm not satisfied.
Why the fuck would I be?

Being a Test Dummy in this place with these motherfuckers isn't the best situation I can imagine.
Fuck that.
I'm part of this shit. For sure.

I raise this mug to that.

And the mug mat?
Fuck that fucker.
Let me peel it off.

Now aiming at the waiter…

Throw.

Missed.
Of course.
Fuck. That's my luck.

Hey, waiter!
My juicy mat is gone.
Bring me a new one.
And a pack of cigs, for god's sake.
Fuck me, I'm dying here.

🚬😎🍺🎶🎵😜

Aha. Now we're talking.

Huh.
Fuck this beer.
I like it so much.

Music is fine now.
Bathroom is ready — renovated, shiny.

Better do the first act inside.

I'll be back.
Leave my cigs alone.