THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb a