GLOCK IN HAND, HEART AFLAME: LOVE AND DRUGS

He held tight that steel weapon, a cold comfort in this sick world. Lust 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 his head and pain melted away. He'd do anything for that next line. Anything to feel connected Though love was the only thing