THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

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