THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

This fella pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron 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 cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon