THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend