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

He held tight that silver weapon, a cold comfort in this warped 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 beauty danced in his head and pain fainted away. She'd do anything for that next line. Anything to feel connected Yet love was the only thing