THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the ring