THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. barking at a squirrel rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory