THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to