GLOCK IN HAND, HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He clutchs that chrome Glock, a cold comfort in this sick 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 beauty danced in his head and pain disappeared away. He'd do anything for that next dose. Anything to feel connected Yet love was the only thing