THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard