THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He gripped that silver weapon, a cold comfort in this warped world. Lust pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the hard stuff that really knocked him into another dimension. A world where visions danced in his head and pain melted away. She'd do anything for that next line. Anything to feel alive Though love was the only thing