THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by A few cars Tyson Vape: Knockout Flavor Prepare to climb aboard the