THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled himself out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step