THE GLOCK HOLDS MY HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

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