THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He held tight that steel Glock, a cold comfort in this twisted world. Lust pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the powder that really knocked him into another dimension. A world where visions danced in his head and pain disappeared away. He'd do anything for that next hit. Anything to feel connected But love was the only thin