Benny's Blues: A Xanax Dive
The city lamps blurred into streaks. Benny was lost in the rhythm, his mind a carousel on the pulsating pavement. The air hung thick. A lonely sax solo drifted from a nearby dive bar, beckoning Benny closer. He needed a moment. A pill, tiny and blue, was the answer to his prayers. His salvation promised silence. The world would become a soft, warm