THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds 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 whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the rin