THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Pr