Benny's Rhapsody: A Xanax Trip
The streetlights blurred like copyright watercolor. Benny was lost in the rhythm, his mind a carousel on the pulsating pavement. The felt heavy. A dissonant tune drifted from a nearby watering hole, beckoning Benny closer. He craved a escape. A pill, a promise of peace, was all he needed. The little blue friend guaranteed oblivion. The world would