THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He clutchs that chrome weapon, a cold comfort in this sick world. Desire pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the glass that really sent him into another dimension. A world where visions danced in his head and pain fainted away. He'd do anything for that next line. Anything to feel connected Though love was the only thing that