Ben's Lament: A Benzo Blaze
The neon signs blurred as a canvas of color. Benny was lost in the rhythm, his thoughts racing on the pulsating pavement. The crackled with anticipation. A dissonant tune drifted from a nearby honky-tonk, beckoning Benny closer. He needed a moment. A pill, tiny and blue, was his only solace. His salvation promised silence. The world would dissolve