Xanax

This drug is what I imagine heroin light to be. I’ve never used heroin, nor would I ever abuse my body in that manner. Xanax on the other hand, is a prescription drug. Doctors went to school and trained for a very long time to be able to legally hand these over and somehow, on a random Friday night, that makes me superior to the heroin whores even though my desire for the little blue bastards places few limits on what I would do, who I would manipulate or who I would bribe in order to have some in my possession at any given moment, particularly this one. Let’s just say I’m out, my arm is scratched up from a desperate attempt to release the anxiety and I just offered a good friend $500 to go to her doctor and get me some Xanax.

If you’ve never tasted the fresh air induction provided by a Xanax pill, consider yourself blessed and take a hike. This is not for you. Put the article down, slowly step away from the table and no one will get hurt. Well, at least you won’t get hurt. For the rest of you winners along for the ride in my clown car, I want to take this opportunity to speak to all of the doctors who may have stumbled upon this. If not them, perhaps someone who gives a damn about what this drug does to a person who is given permission to taste its magical powers.

How I came to be prescribed this wonderful benzo, and I say that with not a lick of sarcasm, is of little importance. It was legal and began inside the four walls of a doctor’s pristine white office. I am sure the majority found themselves striking what quickly becomes viewed as the goldmine under similar situations.

 

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