THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb aboard the championsh