THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He clutchs that chrome piece, 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 visions danced in read more his head and pain melted away. She'd do anything for that next hit. Anything to feel alive Though love was the only