THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon with