THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

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