HEARTS ON FIRE WITH THE GLOCK: A TALE OF LOVE AND DRUGS

He clutchs that chrome piece, a cold comfort in this twisted world. Love pulsed through him, a drug here all its own, but it was the hard stuff that really knocked him into another dimension. A world where visions danced in his head and pain fainted away. He'd do anything for that next hit. Anything to feel alive Yet love was the only thing