THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He clutchs that chrome Glock, a cold comfort in this warped world. Desire pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the glass that really threw him into another dimension. A world where beauty danced in his head and pain disappeared away. They'd do anything for that next dose. Anything to feel connected But love was the only thing