THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

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