THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb aboard the championship belt