THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He clutchs that steel Glock, a cold comfort in this twisted world. Lust pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the hard stuff that really threw him into another dimension. A world where dreams danced in his head and pain disappeared away. He'd do anything for that next line. Anything to feel connected But love was the only thing