Intro

He was cold and dark. His laugh was like a drug, I always needed to hear it. His smile was devious and bright. His eyes were like ice, and he was very good with words and I was very easily persuaded. Harland McCoy was my weakness. He made me feel broken but in a lot of ways he made me feel whole. That was Harland. Passionate, dangerous, luring, persuasive. I sometimes try to picture a world without him but there's no such thing. He was addictive. He was pure heroine, Ecstasy, Nicotine.