THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepa