I know someone who died on benzos.
Yeah, that would be Johnny Storm.
Benzo doesn't like to talk about it, though. He's still processing his emotions.
How would you know about JS? You were never at TRF
Believe it or not, Flea, but when you old-timers troll and flame the fuck out of each other while smoking your corncob pipe in that rocking chair on the porch, I pay attention. I'm like a little kid sitting in rapt attention on the porch steps as you bent and wizened oldsters regale us with thrilling tales of your adventures in the darkest and most faraway continent that is the home of the glory days of BH, TRF, CO, YNC, F4$, PO, SG, and other fabled countries that seem to make y'all so homesick.
I don't know Johnny Storm from Evil Blood nor Bra1n from Orange; I can't tell the difference between PYP matches and Hoor Wars; but I do know this: when y'all get into that recollectin' mode, I go grab myself a grape Nehi and a straw and I just sit and listen.
All the while, I'm thinking "the past has such a hold on these ancients that it's no wonder fresh talent struggles to emerge. I need to remind myself to yield the stage to up-and-comers once I reach my dotage, too."