THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. barking at a squirrel cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend