THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. 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 sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to