THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, 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 Pre