THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the oct