THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step in