THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudof smoke. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboar