THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon with Tyson V