THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb aboar