THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He clutchs that silver Glock, a cold comfort in this sick world. Lust pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the glass that really threw him into another dimension. A world where dreams danced in his head and pain melted away. He'd do anything for that next line. Anything to feel alive Yet love was the only thing that truly kept